Marl looked to Connor, clearly wondering if this was a practical joke or something. Connor shrugged, and held up his hands. Marl looked to Elizabeth, and Connor saw he was trying to figure out what was going on. "Uh, no. I'm not your father, for one, I'd have to be like 350 years old, and considering I was born in this century that's a bit of a stretch" he said. "And I'm pretty sure I have no biological kids out there"

Connor sat down, deciding not to intervene here. But then he couldn't himself and he said "who knows? Maybes she's like a great great however many times great aunt or something" he said with a small laugh, "maybe that's why you've been in the hunting business in your family for generations!" Connor said, in all seriousness.

Marl glared at him, but Connor just smiled back at him, running a hand through his hair.