She doesn't argue the point - it's better than straight out being told that she's a liar. Because if there is anything that she isn't, it's that. Proving it by taking a paternity test is not a problem in the slightest. She takes the card, and offers a nod, and stands there, not entirely sure of what to do next. Should she just leave? Or stay? Or ... she sighs, and runs a hand through her hair. "Of course. Do you want - I don't know, my phone number or something? Address? I mean, I don't expect anything .. "