[ Bree lets out a short laugh and shakes her head. ]

I don't even know what I imagined other than red hair. And a Scottish accent. I knew he was a printer already, obviously. But I feel like there's so much I couldn't imagine because my mother never talked about him.

[ Facing Fergus again, she leans carefully against a machine. ]

I want to spend more time with him. We're both a little awkward right now. But he's my father, we have to have things in common, right?

[ He's a part of her, he's in her blood. And at least she wants to try. ]