Short responses were something Orion had become used to from Gadje, so he had no visible reaction to the way it was said. A modern world meant nothing when it came to Europeans and his family. Most of his issues came from human prejudices opposed to his rare species. He also understood secrecy and never went out of his way to push for information, what would be the point? To what end did people demand information that they did not necessarily need? All the Phoenix wanted was to know if it was the curse of supernatural birds to be alone.
When she said the name of her species, Orion tilted his head momentarily recognizing the name from his cousins in Greece, but all he knew about them was exactly what the doctor seemed to do- they healed.
He nodded to her parental tone about fire safety, not that he had ever needed it, but there had been a few times he had needed to help a cousin with a burn.
"So, um-" Orion paused again trying to think of the words he wanted. "I could help you if things get out of control like it did in Rome." He scratched his chin again, a self-conscious quirk. "I don't know a lot about my kind or the extent of what we can do- I've been told that our births are as rare as they come and my father-" He shrugged. "But I can try so you're not... you know..."