Marten gave Mari a dry look. "Haha, yes, let's all have a laugh at your father, having a pleasant chat with a nice woman." His tone, though, was good-humored, and he shook his head with a chuckle.
He looked at Jyn, his forehead creasing as his eyes narrowed. "Know more of her? Surely you've met her before; the two of you spent much more time with Lysa than I did. Did she not make an impression?" It pained him to think, but he could certainly imagine that.
