Roger took a bite as he sat there enjoying Bea's company. [i]I received a letter today.[/i] Her words caused him to look up. A letter? [i]Indirectly from my father.[/i] Not expecting that, Roger nearly dropped his sandwich. He set it down in front of him and looked at her. Receiving a letter from her father, even indirectly, though no doubt good, probably brought back many painful memories. "What did it say?" He asked. He hoped that it was warm wishes, something to bring back the good memories she had of him, not the painful ones. When she handed him the letter, he took it gently. Glancing at her face once more he had a sinking feeling even before he started to read.

His eyes scanned the text fairly quickly, his heart sinking lower as went along. This was not good at all. This did not help. He handed her back the letter. The fact her father felt he was being watched, and assumed he might die was not lost on Roger. Considering they had found his body two days later was not coincidental. He thought about that. The doctor had ruled it as natural causes, but was it? They had done no autopsy. They had just assumed. There was no sign of duress or anything that would lead to them questioning it. He reached out and touched Bae's hand offering comfort.

In a way, he too felt the loss. Though not family, the eccentric professor had been a bit of a father-figure for him. Roger had the privilege of being able to work with him on some of his experiments before going into the army. His death had been unexpected. Though, nothing he felt could have been what Bae had felt. He had lost a father, he understood. But to have one's father murdered? Assuming of course that was the case, which was now looking that way. Roger couldn't imagine. He knew how his father had died. It was war. It wasn't personal. Not like this.

He didn't say I'm sorry. He knew it didn't help. He just sat there, his hand on hers providing comfort. "What are you going to do about the map?" he asked. He knew her. She wasn't going to just leave it as was. It was a tie to her father, another way to remember him...maybe even to honor him. Or so he thought. 

When she mentioned not knowing where to look, he frowned, finally removing his hand. Didn't want to make her feel awkward. A few moments, yes. Too long and it might no longer be received as comforting. "Who delivered it? Can you follow up with him? Maybe he knows where to look."