[Mal settles his elbows on the table and scowls down at his drink, obviously thinking.] How'd the daughter not know him? Did his wife take her away as a rugrat or is this a magic forgetting thing?

...Does this new lady remember being snatched up? [Questions you never think you'll have to ask.] I'm guessing if you got your inmate and her in the same room, they ain't gonna solve their problems by talkin'. He wouldn't let anyone else help?