[ She shoots a look of annoyed disgust at the mention of Westboro. It seems hate just finds a way to keep chugging along, regardless of how much time proves them wrong. She can only hope that The Order continues to remain kept under lock & key, separate from normal reality, forever running in fear like rats in a cage.

All of Hank's suggestions are sound, good advice she'd expect from just about anyone with a good head on their shoulders, but then he mentions what her dad might want—what Hank would want for his own kid. She laughs, no ounce of cruelty, just surprised disbelief and then something sad. ]

Dad always knew what might happen. He always told me to stay safe, to... [ Her voice breaks a little. Her dad would rather die than have her go after him. ] ...to let him go if something happens but he'd never let them take me without fighting back. Fuck, he's given up his whole life to keep me safe. And when you love someone, you don't give up. Ever.

[ All firm fire and passion. She'd walk through hell for him. Will. Is. ]

I bet your kid would do the same thing for you, no matter what you said.