He gives her hands a squeeze - more affirmation, reassurance, whathaveyou, than whatever he would have considered saying, and without adding the increased gravitas that actually addressing the comment would likely bring. He recalls her having vaguely the same reaction the first time she'd learned he'd been a father, although obviously in the wake of the following events and the absence of said children, this sort of encounter hadn't been necessary. Or maybe it had been and that was why it was happening now.

'Oh, she is. You two'll get along: brave, brilliant, blonde, bit too optimistic for your own good - granted that's not much by way of conversational similarities but I'm sure something'll turn up.'