She wasn't precisely sent anywhere; as a weapon she's only in the preliminary stages, still exploring the extent of her abilities and still learning to squish down that last flaring flicker of regret that most of them cause in her. It's only that impulse that will, eventually, be her saving grace but it coming into play is a long way off. For now she's like a new kind of bomb with a new kind of fuse, one no one can time exactly or predict what damage it could do.

But Sinthia listens to Steve rail against her father--and in part of her mind she knows everything he says is true. She's certainly listened to the man himself long enough to know his predilections. But she's never known anyone with softer opinions, with more regard for humanity, because no one dares argue with Johann in his own organization. It produces a kind of...detached, uncomfortable feeling. One like she's been pulled out of all her moorings and is watching her worldview be played with and rearranged like a piece of clay. And after he's done, when she finally has words that don't sound wrong in her head, she answers.

"Johann Schmidt is my father."

That's the only thing Sinthia can answer to, because she doesn't know what she sees yet. She sees people not like her, who don't know anything about her or what to do with what she can be. She also doesn't know how to begin processing someone saying they'd never harm a hair on her head, because that's simply never been in the cards in her life. Ever.