The echoes of her arrival are not lost on Ashley, despite how lost she is in her own mind and the pain that is haunting her. Yet hearing his voice, there is a moment when within there are two responses. A sudden desperate keening of a young child who never knew her father and yet so desperately wanted him now. And a killing machine that recognized the threat standing before her.

Blinking up at him as she lifts her chin, staring up at him with red eyes with a sheen of tears she's fighting not to let fall.

"Daddy." She whispers the word softly, clinging to that mug as if it were a lifeline, the only thing she knew of to tether her to here and now. "I can... I can still feel it. I-I remember everything I did," she whispers, unable to keep looking at him then, her gaze dropping. She hasn't tried to explain to anyone what she's been through except that she had been experimented on. Druitt knows though. He knows what she did and who she's hurt, and what Ashley herself truly knowing that might mean to her.