(Engie can't help but smile to himself as he watches Finch run to get ready. It reminds him of his daughter back home, to be honest. His work required him to be away a lot, so whenever he got back he'd always make sure to take her out somewhere nice. She'd rush off to get ready, simply because their time together was too few and too far apart. He remembers fondly that she even once put on a mix-matched pair of shoes in her excitement.
His smile slowly turns sad. He really does miss her, a lot.)
Handwave?
His smile slowly turns sad. He really does miss her, a lot.)