[There's a moment where she nearly says no shit, but she's not angry at Donny, and it's not really fair to be a dick to him, just 'cause he happened to touch on a sore subject. She doesn't like thinking about her dad.]

I'm guessing you don't know what it's like to be raised by a criminal, to have blood mean that people don't trust you, 'cause they think you're gonna turn out like your parents, a crook or a junkie. I don't want that blood.

[For all that momentary anger, that sharpness, now she just sounds kind of tired.]

I-- [She sighs, closes her mouth, focusing on the table, rather than Donny.

I don't want that blood for my daughter, either.]