Vastra met the assessing glance with calm understanding. After all, Rogue didn't know much about Vastra, and Vastra couldn't say she knew terribly much about Rogue. Not because they were at odds, but the moment had never been right, really, and Vastra wasn't the sort to talk about her own life unprompted.

"I married my parlor maid in the year 1889 in London. You are not the only one who has experienced 'extreme concern' over voluntarily joining yourself to a 'monster'." Vastra had let the pointing and the screaming roll off of her, but Jenny... she had been devastated by her family's disowning her. "And you and Loki are not the only ones who have experienced certain prejudices. Different ones, but unappreciated ones nonetheless."