Dad? Was--Did she really just hear that from Omega? Louisiana goes rigid and has to make an attempt forcing herself to relax. No she was not going to get agitated over this. But with what Felix has done, her muscles remained tensed up.

Heading to the kitchen, she rounds up a glass of juice and places it on the nearby table. "There." She doesn't look at any of them. Her eyes locked straight ahead.

Louisiana moves away until she can't see them before taking out her knife. She buries it as deep as she can into a door with a slam. It helps some. Her wrist pulses with pain but screw it right now.