She had stood up when she was making demands, and found herself sitting again once Victor was done speaking. Mostly, she felt numb. It was an answer she was expecting though a good deal more detailed than she expected. That was nice and made things make a lot more sense. She decided to share the favor, pushing down whatever emotional backlash there might be when she thought about this some more. "Yeah, well, she didn't want a mutant daughter either, and she let me know that the first time I turned silver." By trying to shoot her with a shotgun. Silver was pretty sure that meant she wasn't welcome at home anymore. Diana swung her feet and looked over to the pool. "I was on my own for a bit, then Brian," she corrected herself. "Dr. Braddock, helped me out of a tight spot and brought me here. Been here ever since."
She looked over at Creed. "So, hullo daddy, wanna help me learn to fish?" she said sarcastically. She couldn't help it much. All those years she had been without a father. A father that she might have been able to go to when her mother flipped out, or maybe not ... remembering how he was at first. Even now, listening to his story, he was hardly an ideal father. Then again she doubted that she was much of an ideal daughter. "Though, honestly, other than just to know, does it really matter?" She asked with a shrug. It did to her, but she was hardly going to put herself out to get hurt. "I'll be technically an adult in a month, and you really don't seem to be the fuzzy warm type to care much about familial crap." She whispered to herself. "Not like I'm known for that either."