She watched her da as he seemed to not care at all about the baby or her at the moment. At least, that was her interpretation as he turned and left. "Da..." she said just before he was gone. She was going to need to be helped up it seemed, for when she stood, she sat right back down, grimaced and said, "I want ta throw Angus at da and let da beat him to a pulp. Mayhap that'll make him feel better about this." She wasn't joking.