He looked as if he'd just gotten the worst news imaginable. And he pretty much had. But there was a smile there. Perhaps Dom could manage to make him a little bit less depressed about the situation. She wasn't sure how that would happen, but she'd work on it. While her sister wanted people to know the truth, she lacked tact. Being a middle sibling, a peacemaker her whole life between fights of siblings, cousins, or friends, Dom was used to this.
"Hi," Dom smiled back, stretching out a hand as she stood up. "I'm Dominique. Or Dom. Whichever you'd prefer." The oompa loompa came over with the pot of tea and set it down on the table with two cups. "I got us some tea, unless you'd prefer something stronger." Tea was always her remedy to the problem. It was her dad and grandmother's doing. Certainly not her mother's French influence.