Roland chuckles for a moment, now having gotten used to the reactions most people try to hide from him whenever the topic of his being a father comes up. His own teammates back home were none the wiser, and who would be anyway? Roland's physical form looked no older than twenty.

To that, all he has to say is, "You should check out the passenger roster on my name, it'll explain a lot." By a lot, he means he's actually of middle age, but that's for her to discover on her own.

He sinks a little deeper into the water, hiding most of his chest from view. Roland studies Della's face, not really too keen on prying where he shouldn't, but it was a feeling of knowing that look all too well. A semblance of guilt, regret; something he understands better than anyone, especially as a father who didn't have enough time for his only kid either, but what could he do?.

He shakes his head, dismissing the thought. "Off the bat I'm going to tell you that those are three of the best names I've ever heard for triplets. Huey, Dewey, and Louie." He smiles easily. "Who's the eldest? Or better yet, who's the troublemaker that gives you more white hairs than you can count? Heh."