[ That gets another breathless laugh from her. ]

Y'think I can't raise a child on my own? If a man gets me with child and's too weak t' stick 'round, I'll raise 't m'self. Won't be pinin' after 'im to help me.

[ She huffs, trudges on. There might be a note of bitterness there, if his dad mode can detect it. ] A man's only 's good as his word. Naught else.