"...She's our daughter. And," and that's a little quieter, "we still don't know what that flux in her DNA means. I'm not sure the trouble will wait that long, hon."

She sighs, then, and makes a face. "Help me up, and help me pack?" She glances at him slightly sideways. "And once we're in the bar, you might want to keep that ring on you. It's much safer that way."

Right.