He neither agreed nor disagreed, but there was a huff of air that sounded like amusement. Doom drank his water, eyes unblinking on the screen.
There was silence to greet her statement, not the trembling silence of rage, nor the silence of stupefied shock. This was a contemplating silence as he finished off his water with quiet swallows and sent the empty glass hovering back to its stand.
"Your pregnancy. It is unplanned." It was neither harshly nor gently stated. It was stated with clinical neutrality.