She rolls her eyes in an exaggerated manner as she sits down at the table, pouring herself a glass. She doesn't bother getting Marcus a glass, he's a big boy, he can get one himself. She's not pressing on the father subject anymore, she doesn't want to know what his parenting skills are like honestly.

With a sigh, she meets his eyes defiantly. She's given her mother this exact-same look, on more than one occasion. She's too smart for her mother, as far as she knows, anyway. Her mum knows more about her than she lets on. "What do you want?" she asks, bringing the cup to her lips for a sip.