[Fareeha glances at the mug, taking small comfort in the fact that it's pretty generic and not one of the ones she'd gifted him the last time she was here. She slides into the chair, and curls her hand around the mug and pulls it closer, looking up at Jack. She's hesitant and wary, but she's here.]
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Is ... my mother here?
[Just so she knows what to expect.]