It was strange how, even though he'd only spoken to her maybe once, Kansas felt like he knew Geneva very well. As far as he knew, she was very close with Savina, and had always sort of been behind the scenes, helping them in some way. Of course (and as usual), Kansas was aware that his suspicions could be extremely wrong. And he also knew that the woman may not share the sense of familiarity he felt for her, which rendered him cautious enough not to dash forward into a friendly hug. But he wasn't uncomfortable at all, wasn't overly worried about being wrong, or behaving strangely. She had this soothing quality about her that eased any remnants of stress temporarily out of his mind.
He remembered that she'd been present when Gotham, Amata, and Cambria were born. There was another thing he was somehow very appreciative toward her for. And it felt strangely wonderful to be looking into a face that he'd last seen on one of the happiest days of his life. His tail waved a few times behind him as he took a few moments to ponder her question, and how best to answer it. "Things are really good. Savina's doing well, and my kids are... wow, they're getting really big." His eyes widened involuntarily as if he'd just realized this. He knew that his response sounded rather generic, because, really, his life had been rather mellow the past few months, other than the incident with Cambria and Naniko. But he had a feeling Geneva already was aware of that, and he knew he didn't want to talk about it anyway. "What about you? I hear you're leading Phoenix Valley with Jefferson now. Nice." Geneva's home held a special place in his heart, both because his mother had founded it and because Jefferson (and Miss Stockholm) led it. The only thing he had against it was its name. He was sure it had been derived from his father's, which made it slightly uncomfortable for Kansas.