A brow raised at the former portion of that comment. A hand sought to lightly shove the guy toward a bush for the later. "No in a different spot you could of been shot for that." Was only a hint of dark humor though, people didn't get shot for such word choice. "Really though last person to call me that was my dad before I went off to join Maverick." He wasn't alive any more cancer had gotten to him. She thought to herself some as he felt with personal affairs, figured this time maybe she wouldn't make a jab at dadisms, bracelet remarks having covered that for a second.
She didn't know what she wanted to talk about just needed a break from the politics and looking st everything through a tactical lense. "Isabella, she's good. Took up photography in New York turns twenty one soon is convinced her big sister has to buy her a bottle and be around for a change. Not so sure on either, easier having the disconnect. Best way for them to be safe is to not know me, best way to to shake a nation pick apart family." Attempts of trying to stay sharp and defensive for family however couldn't stop the archer from handing over her phone. Opened to a series of photographs taken by her sister, with eyes like theirs Isabella could be just as accurate with a lens as the archer was with a shot.
"What about you? Any family around beside the kids?" She suspected no but felt the natural question to ask.