She's telling herself that it's none of her business. That folks can do whatever they want behind closed doors. But it's only just slightly jarring, she's never heard of anyone calling their boyfriend 'daddy' before. It leaves a bad taste in her mouth. But she manages to find a contact in that phone labeled 'Swann' and types out a short message about taking a cab home that night before she starts the car.

"Here, your phone," she slides it back over to him, leaving it on his leg and then slowly backing out of their parking spot.