"That's...Greek?" He was pretty sure he remembered that Roger was half Greek, and he had some familiarity with the language after a case involving a stolen Greek artefact and a botched Dark ritual from last year. He'd needed a crash course in the language to work with his Greek counterparts. "That's...really shitty of them, actually. I'm sorry that happened." He didn't understand families sometimes. Maybe because he'd never had a real one of his own that he could remember. But he couldn't imagine disowning a hypothetical daughter because she'd gotten pregnant, pilot or no pilot.
Roger really did have a nice smile, he thought, then pushed the thought away. Friendly. He didn't know how many times he was going to have to remind himself of that, but eventually it would stick. "There's a lot of work to be done. I keep thinking the world will run out of people playing with the Dark Arts, and I keep being proven wrong." Some days it was exhausting, and this week happened to be full of exhausting days.