Shadewood no it damn well doesn't

Of course the kids weren't even her's.
Mother's don't exist, called a voice in the back of her mind; reminding her an important lesson.
Well good, you'd be a shit dad. Indra replied with more venom than she'd meant; there was humor there too but the acid in her voice sizzled nonetheless. It would be pointless to hold on to this feeling — at the same time, Indra wasn't exactly well-versed in tempering her emotions. It was one of the many things she could not control.
So then what's the game, here? Something had drawn Colt to this place. If not the lady, then probably desperation? The girl couldn't imagine Colt being desperate for anything. Got the gang pieced back together, might-as-well hurry with the takeover.
As she rambled, her voice quieted, and she kicked at some loose gravel, listening to the sound of it grind as it scattered.