Drake audibly put something back in what sounded like a pocket (but was probably a holster) as he reached forward to grab the photo with one hand. He frowned when he saw it, recognizing the date, but left with so many questions. Thankfully, he'd calmed down, whatever potential misunderstanding that had arose was rectified. "Garin... Your father was quite something. Still not quite sure as to what. Bit of a spaz, but he was a good man, up until he stabbed us in the back." Drake looked up at Eve, his tone still easygoing. He put the picture on the table and slid it back to her. "He mentioned a daughter before, but I can't say he ever told me your name, or where you were born. I didn't choose to pry then, but I'm interested now."