Indeed, Alistaire isn't so much stunned and obviously surprised. He almost looks resigned, as he takes note of Stephanie's reactions. "Psychics. Prosthetics. Manipulation of emotional state. Take your pick, Auntie." He says, with as much sympathy as he can muster.

It takes him a token of effort, but he gets to his feet, leaning forward on his cane. "Grandfather... you've made my intentions of securing my father's remains feel much more justified. Pity that didn't work out." He tilts his head. "You're looking well.

"I'm sure you already know, but Stephanie has performed admirably in your absence, and I've hardly been idle." He smiles. "What have you been up to?"