Leonard carries his PADD to their newest addition. He hasn't caught her name yet, which he's intent to do. " 'scuse me, miss. You wouldn't happen to be our new--" His eyes widen. He'd recognize that face anywhere, age be damned. "--/JoJo?/"
Twelve years. It's been twelve years -- but she'd still know that voice anywhere. At first, she's sure it's a case of mistaken identity, her mind playing tricks on her from the sudden change in atmosphere -- but then she turns, and despite the years that have wearied her father -- it's him.
If she weren't the steady southern woman she'd grown up to be, she'd have fallen over in shock. Even so, she finds herself speechless, heart in her throat, PADD clutched to her chest in an attempt not to let it fall to the floor and shatter.
It's like the figment of some long-lost, childhood dream.