*thud* with her eyes closed John muttered "That hurt... anyone there?" and then there was some shuffling going on... unsure what was happening decided she should open her eyes... and saw a younger teen who huddled herself on the couch away from John who crashed onto the floor... This girl had white hair and red eyes... Albinism at it's finest. The girl's expression changed from worry and concern to excitement. John picked herself up and said "Hi?" and then the Albino jumped off the couch and gave John a big hug for a second and then let go happy. John said "Well.... Not that I was that uncomfortable with the hug... but who are you?"
The girl's expression changed from glee to confusion and suspicion... It's very possible she thought John was the older Jane. Which she technically was but also wasn't.
John said "I am Jane, but could you please tell me who you are?" The girl then started moving her hands in gestures... ASL John guessed even though she never learned it. "Sorry, I don't know sign language." The girl held up a single finger and then left to grab a tablet.
She wrote and showed "Hello Jane?"
John said "Yes, I suppose I am Jane."
The teen wrote some more "I'm Canade, your youngest daughter. I thought that mom was back, but this is also nice."
John said "I guess..." and then the "conversation" died down "Ummm... play any games?" Canade pointed towards the television John said "Ah, then we can... I don't recognize anything here..." After a second Canade got open a game and John just stared at it in amazement. "Woah the graphics are amazing. I didn't think realistic cell shading could even be a thing! The war simulation has thousands of unique individuals onscreen... and they are individual and really thought out..." while John was gawking at the future tech Canade was scribbling something on her tablet. "Hm, Canade what are you..."
"Please Stop Talking, this is just embarrassing to hear, let me really set up the game."
John asked "Do I really seem tha- Alright just pick one you think would be fun." The younger daughter nodded enthusiastically as she went to the console and got a game and account ready... And then they played... and played... and played... The mother and daughter slouched and sinking into the couch as they are absorbed into the game... "So this time we go for the pincer maneuver and cut out it's Achilles tendon?" Canade nodded and grunted, and then the front door opened.