Sakari's sense of pride prickled a little at the laughter, but only a little. It was still a small little bit of pride, after being squashed for so long, and laughter was at least better than anger.
The rest of her indignation faded when she heard the man mention his wife's death, and she made a little sympathetic noise, ready to verbally back up and skirt around the social landmine; but his voice didn't have the crackle of raw grief. Perhaps she'd passed away long enough ago for his mourning to have found some resolution.
Sakari didn't try to follow up the man's comment about his subjects with a question, though she was tempted to steer the conversation away from herself; it didn't seem like the sort of topic a young woman and older man should discuss. "Only a few weeks," she replied instead. "I came to live with my sister a little before the earthquake hit." Now if only she could get out of the conversation without mentioned why she'd come.