Francis hadn't been looking at him, or anything in particular. He was enjoying the last drops of his glass and then noticed the shift. He looked more at Malachi and rose his brow. The man looked almost happy? Something like pride? He couldn't say for certain but he listened to him speak of his niece and smiled a little.

"Yeah? Sounds like she's settling nicely." He wondered if Whitby would destroy the girl. Woman? He'd heard and seen it hit people differently. But she could be happy if things fell right. "Sounds like she makes you very proud and she cares a lot about you." Why else would someone come to this place? And for him? "If I see her around, I won't bother her." As tempting as it was to try to approach her and ask about this weird uncle. "Do you think she thinks the same thing about you?" He asked curiously. After all, a lot of what people thought was all about perception. He'd never do it, but if she came here for her uncle. She must see some good in him, enough to care and want to support him.

The way the guy spoke of her, he agreed she could be someone's Lewis.