[ Booker stands from his desk, getting up to close the distance between them, and he extends a hand to accept the package. He idly adjusts his tie, turning the package with his free hand glancing over it. ]

Not much for indulging private information about clients, but you're his kid. Your old man's got me doing some digging to help with his work. Nothing too sordid, 'least not yet.

[ Booker looks her over, not quite having really gotten to know her well, but he's seen her before. She's certainly not a child, but given the relationship he has with her father, he can't help but look at her as one. He's not really good with kids. At least he doesn't think so, and of course he feels awkward.

Hesitant, he gestures to his seat. ]

Don't gotta just stand there. Have a seat.

[ He sits back down himself, starting to open the package. ]

You can give me some insight on your dad. Weird guy.