"Yes, I am," Zanru said, snappy instead of brisk as she normally would be. At first she didn't look up from where she was signing her paperwork, as if she could push Tony out by sheer force of will; then she looked up anyway, and her gaze was cutting, as if she was expecting something and had already decided how to respond to it. "So make it quick. What do you want?"

If he so much as mentioned her daughter ...