He nods slowly, not looking particularly upset by the revelation. Her parents may be socialists, but he can tell that she's not, and her parents aren't here, in any case. "I see," he muses, taking another sip of his drink. His expression is inscrutable, as it always is, but he doesn't look bothered so much as thoughtful.

"Then I suppose I should tell you that I was born in Russia, and while my parents certainly weren't socialists, I've seen more than my fair share of socialism. You're hardly to blame for your parents misguided notions."

Nor for getting pulled up in front of the House Committee. He has his own opinions about the US government, but perhaps those are best saved for later.