Oh. Do you need him for something? I can ask him for you when I get home!

[Riza swings her feet on the bench, gently petting Boba's ears. The smile is gone, replaced with a nervous little frown.]

I really want to go home. I don't like it her. I don't think Papa would've ever sent me here on purpose either. And I don't even know how I got here at all.