"Barbara, Aggie's... guardian, I guess. I'm responsible for her. Unless she's done something horrible and then I just have to say I've done my best." Not that Aggie ever would or will, but I'm trying to make jokes.

And that is a terrible joke. Small talk. I can take down a mugger in less than five seconds, but small talk kills me faster than a bullet to the head.

"So that's an adorable baby. Yours or are you saving another parent's sanity for a few minutes?"