No, I’m not-- [She mentally curses, because Zatanna hates this. She haste it when she can’t keep herself from breaking down, and in front of someone who’s practically a stranger no less. She swallows hard, pressing a hand against her face to wipe away the few tears that have managed to escape, and trying to keep the rest in.]

It’s okay. It’s just—I always spent my birthdays with my dad. [Zatanna looks away from the camera, trying to figure out how she can explain without breaking down.] But he’s not here. And even back home, he’s—he’s gone.