He looks at her for a moment. If she told him she wanted to go, right now, what would he do? Honestly, he doesn't know. He could probably draw out the money, find a way to hide the trail for a time from Jim. If Jim would even pursue.

But he waited. He'd waited for Jim to come back. And what would he do after they ran? Work a desk job? Go into business with organized crime? Where they'd see his little girl as a weapon against him?

...And what if Jim cared? Just a little?

He smiles. It's not a happy expression. If anything, he almost looks sad. But he smiles. And shakes his head.

"No. No, sweetheart, we're going home soon. Just... wanted you to see this place. My dad used to bring me here. Surprised me the first time."