Coconut Grove nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

Oh. Well. Fuck.

Penn's blood ran cold at her words. Thank god he was so practiced at controlling his expressions so he could lie like a champion because she otherwised would have witnessed her long lost father shitting his pants through his eyeballs. As it was, he merely stared at her with a blank look on his face while his brain emitted a high-pitched whistling sound in lieu of actually doing anything useful.

Her father.

His daughter.

Well fuck.

Penn had no concept of how he felt about this revelation. He had no capacity within himself to even start to think of how he should react or what he should do next. So, he rolled with his gut.

"Nope," he replied, then turned away and looked back at the water.