"So how did you come to think of him as an uncle then? Close friend of your dad's perhaps?" Helphatrax prodded onward, grabbing her hand to stop the insessant tapping on the table, but being careful enough to send a comforting feeling into the woman. His pupils seemed to narrow with irritation as he overheard some of Calmina's co workers giggling loudly like schoolgirls over 'Calminas new catch', as though he were a fish of some sort. He could tell that Calmina could hear them too, but somehow she seemed able to ignore it quite easily.