If asked, Firo'd insist that he was looking for the holes in her story so that he could expose her as a fraud. Really, though, he was kind of hoping that she'd come up with some sort of unimpeachable proof that somehow, someday, he'd find his family and his place to belong.

So far, it's not a damning 'no,' but he finds himself oddly disappointed with now unconvinced he is. He shrugs. "That doesn't really mean anything. I could use a knife now, if I had one." How hard can it be? He knows it wouldn't be pretty, but he doubts she can call his bluff anyway.