Silver Creek One day more, another day, another destiny

She jolted back to Earth at the sound of Mawk's voice, her thoughts quieting.  "Good morning Mawk.  How're you doing?"  She hadn't yet noticed the rather interesting scent on Mawk, lucky for him, as she didn't think of him to do something like that anyways, so she just didn't really imply anything or search for anything.

Her gaze then flickered to Natashe as she entered the scene, seeming to just sense what she was thinking about.  She gave a small shrug and a sigh, supposing her sister was right.  Soon though the subject was changed and her sister dove into French, catching her attention.

She knew.

She smiled.  "Oui, Natashe, il sait," she told her with a smile, then in case Nat didn't know she continued, "Le père est Heston.  Je ne pourrais pas demander mieux."