Sofia clasps her hands together in front of herself. "Oh Leonard, I'm flattered. I wasn't sure you'd remember me." She was only a young girl the last time she and Leonard had crossed paths, it's true. And even then, she was often more of the quiet onlooker. Not always, but often enough that she truly is surprised that she's been remembered, especially after all this time.

"I suppose it is, isn't it? Speaking of this meeting, I was so sorry to hear about your father's passing." That's not true. She didn't much care for the man one way or another.