[ His daughter. The words bring him up short, taking all the breath out of his lungs and making his face go slack with shock for a moment. How the fuck does this guy know about -

And then he sucks in a breath as he realizes that Stede is talking about Ellie. Another breath, two breaths, letting the momentary surprise and kneejerk rage fade. Collects himself. ]

Ellie's not my daughter. [ If his voice is a tad rougher, with some kind of emotion, best not to dwell on it. ] Just a girl I'm - responsible for. But she's not here, and she's not into jewelry, anyway.