The woman was able to absorb it into her saber, but was still blown back into the crowd. Korsis had managed to get Garin off of him and had backed away, his face bloodied and throat bruised. The woman at last spoke. "You seem familiar. What's your name, old man?" "Old? I'm 40. And I seem familiar because, uh, well..." Garin scratched the back of his neck for a moment. "You're my daughter. You're Evelyn." [spoiler]Tfw I set this up months ago.[/spoiler]