"Friends," she says quickly. A little too quickly, probably. But hey it's not a lie, she's certainly friends with them. After all who isn't friends with their dads?

"They wouldn't get themselves arrested, I doubt there's anything then."

She shifts a bit uncomfortably, no longer tense from caution but still a little stiff with awkwardness. Unsure how else to end the conversation, she then turns back to the table with half-sorted nails and resumes her task. She's gotten all she's needed out of this exchange.