"Is there something you want to talk about with me at all? What do you have in mind? I am still suspicious of you, by the way, so I will keep my bow right here with me, as unpolite as it may seem," said Susan as she sat on a chair positioned near a round table. Paul was already sitting there, on the opposite side. He was resting his chin on his right hand, looking at Susan with a soft smile on his face.
'So, that's Rick's daughter, huh?' he thought. He didn't know whether he was surprised or not. He was expecting to see a teenager, but there was a woman in front of him. Back in Nemesis, he could take a glimpse of her as she walked away with Clay. She was still a little kid, probably ten years old.
'Well, I am sure that this person is the right one. She has the same black worn-out cloak that Clay had at that time. I can't even believe that this thing is still usable, by the way.'
