Rosco looks appalled. He notices the wince, but isn't sure what caused it.

"Well, that's..." he sputters, no real words coming out, before he finally forms a sentence. "That's just wrong. You don't take babies away from their mamas, not unless they're in some kinda danger. ... The babies, I mean, not the mamas."

He trails off, not sure what else to say and not wanting to sound like he's judging. He tries to imagine being taken away like that and is glad he can't quite manage it.