Reginald chuckled wryly as he mulled that over. "I should think so, or at least I would consider it such," he consented. Maggie. God, Maggie. She had been so near. Essentially only a hallway away. Had she seen anything? Worse, had she been harmed? The shock of his situation was still too near for Reginald to truly work himself up over it, though he was really only postponing the inevitable. He told himself he could serve her best by taking care of himself. He hoped very dearly that was true.
"I imagine Maggie is raising hell and turning it on its ends right about now," he admitted. With his children right behind. "She's a fiery sort," he added, with a warm touch to his voice. "She may yet save us all. It certainly wouldn't surprise me."