Uta isn’t sure how to begin to make those connections. It’s one thing to talk to people through the transponder snails, but another to be in person. She wasn’t an idol here, that status didn’t give her an in to talk to people, so how does to she begin to approach them? She nods, her mind racing from what he’s told her.

Even if she was mad at him, even though she couldn’t stand to see him right now, she trusted him. She loves him still. He’s the man that raised her after all.

“Thanks.” She’s so quiet, contemplative as she glances up at him. “Is there anything else I should know?”

She’d like to keep this conversation as civil as possible, to not make a scene. The last thing she needs is for someone to catch her anger when it comes to her father.