God, if that's something she's heard time and time again and can't help but give a soft snort at it. Until she's realizing what she's doing and is rubbing at her face for a moment. "Sorry, wasn't aimed at you. Just I heard that same kinda shit from my mom for a bit about my own dad. Kinda wish I hadn't known the bastard for the brief time he was around." Jolyne, no. You stop that right now.

"Welcome to the world of magic and other stupid bullshit. I... haven't known much about it for long, myself. Until coming here." And not being in prison, but she won't bring up that part right now. No reason to.

However, she's pulling out her phone to send a text message off. O o p s.

"Of course I do. Like I said, he's pretty much my great-great-great grandfather and more or less the start of this weird family line nonsense. He's here. Same floor we're on, actually." And she just texted him to let him know what's up. Or to get him here.