[Making an indistinct noise in the back of her throat, she doesn't offer up anything else to the first question. It's not a proper deflection, but she doesn't have anything clever to mask up the fact that she and her family have a... complicated relationship.

One where she's the last to carry the family name.]

He was an experimental physicist, and an arcanist. So was my mother. That's how they met.

[And from what her mother had always said, Clyde Fortescue had almost mucked things up between them by being 'a giant tosser'. Or a dork, as Fortescue remembers him.]

I haven't seen this since... [Since he disappeared.] Well, a long time ago.