Levi's response makes you choke. "My sister."
Sister. Where the fucking hell did that come from? You don't know whether to laugh or not. There's certainly no resemblance: Levi's dark, broody, and grumpy, and you're, well... not.
"No you're not," Floch says dubiously.
For a second, Levi's stone cold face drops, and he actually looks like he's stumbling over an answer. Eventually, he comes up with, "she's adopted."
"Seriously?" you say out loud, shooting him the darkest glare you possibly can from behind Floch's back.
Floch is staring at Levi like he's grown a second head. He looks back to you, then back to Levi. "Seriously?" he echoes.
Levi nods. "Adopted from a cult out in Argentina when she was nine." Argentina, you mouth behind Floch's head, but Levi forges on. "She was a lost cause- a total shitstorm. Walked on all fours, spoke only in gibberish, ate dirt like it was candy. She's come a long way since then, but sometimes she relapses and we find her out on the street licking the sidewalks."
You're completely thrown off, because what the actual fuck.