Ah, so they were going to talk about him. His favorite topic, if he was being honest.

"I always come home for these things," Barnabas replied as if it were a given that he was considerate enough to cross the ocean on a moment's notice. Perhaps it was too honest for even him to admit, but he did feel guilty that he hadn't been there for his mother's last moments. Or his father's, for that matter. He'd attended their funerals, of course–only for long enough to attend the services and then leave again. "I'm fortunate that MACUSA has given me leave each time. They did give me a bit of trouble this time, but we were able to sort it out." He offered his sister a completely oblivious grin.