"Geez, don't be so creepy," she says with an eyeroll that is considerably more juvenile and more relaxed than she usually demonstrates among guests. She tenses for a moment, though; wary and slightly on edge in a way that's new. She's never had friends before, of course. She's never had to introduce Silco to anyone that she didn't want dead.

This is new territory, and she's only partially aware of how to handle it. How did Powder handle these things? Excruciatingly enthusiastic, she remembers.

With Harry she opts for something less abrasive: a slow slink towards him, an arm looping through his, and then, beaming, she pats his shoulder. "Harry, this is my dad. Silco, this is Harry." Then, nudging Harry out of sight, she lowers her voice in a conspiratorial way, definitely intended to be teasing: "He's a rich snob but he's okay."