Forge felt a frown deepening the lines around his mouth as she spoke, rather grateful that his sunglasses hid his eyes. What she said made sense, a great deal of sense. He had never thought of it that way, Fischer was a convincing man, able to paint the world a certain way, and Jonathan had simply accepted it. No, that was not entirely accurate. He had tried to accept it, made a conscious effort not to think on it, that was more correct.
He was quite suddenly ill at ease, perhaps coming out here had not been a wise decision. Too many distractions. He needed to work, to focus. He was a man of reality, he valued technology over magic, it only made sense to accept the world the way it was than to try and twist the myths of old to fit the present. No, that was a backwards logic.
He was quite suddenly on his feet, gathering his documents and preparing to trudge back down to his lab. He needed to focus on his work, not to be thinking over such foolishness. He inhaled slowly to steady himself before he looked down at the small female. "I see. Well.. you should do fine here." It was the best he could offer at the moment. His mind was a flurry of thought and it was not the productive kind.