Phi fights back a wince at the reaction her comment receives. She nearly groans out of frustration. A swing, and a miss. It's not the first or last time that Phi thinks to herself: Sigma is way too soft to be doing this. He cares too much, and that more than anything has her worried that he's going to get in over his head. And she doesn't doubt for a second that if things went south, he would take the full blame on himself. He would die for the sake of doing the right thing. In another timeline, he almost did.

It makes her want to shake the sense out of him--or back into him, as the case may be.

Instead, she answers his comment with a shrug, still focused for the moment on the food she's eating. "Who said I was paying? I thought you were inviting me out to dinner. Dad." Her deadpan gaze lifts to meet his, a gentler confrontation than she originally intended for this moment. It's still clear that she's annoyed by the rumor, but she waits to hear what he has to say first.