"You could just ask my father," she points out with an amused grin. "He's the one who named me, after all." She has her mother's last name, but she's certain it's Robert who picked her first name. It's not the sort of thing she's ever asked him, she only has a feeling, but given her mother's issues, she's pretty sure the woman's interest in her daughter had begun and ended with the night she'd been conceived.

Usually she doesn't want anyone she knows to converse with her father, but somehow she has a feeling Coop is one of the few people who could really hold his own under Robert's scrutiny. He and April are only friends, which would make it a little easier she expects, but she also just doesn't imagine Coop would care much one way or the other what Robert thinks of him. Which is how it should be. She doesn't care what Robert thinks of her most of the time and she's his daughter.

"Though with his reputation, he'd probably just lie about it anyway," she says with a smirk. "I do have a birth certificate somewhere." Not somewhere, she knows exactly where it is. Everything April needs to exist and disappear at any time is always kept in her bag. Her identification -- both real and fake -- and everything else she would need is always on hand for a quick escape if one is ever needed.