When the elevator door opened on the top floor to reveal her grandfather standing there apparently awaiting her arrival, his arms crossed over his chest, Ana simply commanded him to sleep. When the man's frown merely deepened, expression morphing into one suggesting he was greatly unimpressed with her attempt to put him down, she felt mildly impressed.
Did her command not work on him?
"I'm assuming you knocked out Rizzo," Cliff sighed. It felt safe to assume that he probably didn't approve of that decision. "We're going to have to work a lesson about ethics into your studies."
Ethics? Ana didn't want to have a discussion of ethics. "I'm hungry."
"Yeah," the man said, tilting his chin toward the entrance of the gym. Through the large windows, she could see Zechariah's standing on
