"Calm down!" the man urged, holding his hands up in a desperate attempt at placation. "I can see why you'd say that, but that's not the situation!"

He actually seems a little sick at the mere suggestion. He turns slightly in mid-air, glancing back toward the window.

"It's my little sister. She..."

He falters, and pushes his hand into his hair as his brow furrows in a vaguely familiar way.

"She left home a long time ago. This is the only way I can see her now."