She almost feels a little bad Eliot's sympathy. She's not used to having other, nontargets around when she's doing her play-acting. She doesn't let it show, instead just gives him a watery smile. "Right, I'm sure you're right. He'll think of something like that...eventually. Probably. As soon as he notices I'm gone...whenever that is." Momoko definitely feels a twinge of guilt at her last-second improvisation. She's never doubted her father's love for her, but she's never really considered it anything of value either, so why shouldn't she use it as a tool for survival? He wouldn't mind...

Momoko tilts her head, trying to understand. "You're...lawyers?" That doesn't seem right.