You were the daughter of The Handler.

You: "You don't see the family resemblance? Here's a hint."

Five was looking.

You: "I must find Five, to make him suffer." You mock The Handler.

Five realize.

You: "It's okay, you can laugh. It's funny."

Five: "So you're The Handlers daughter?"

You: "In the flesh."

Five: "What exactly do you want?"

You: "To make a deal, dear friend." You smile.