"Yes, well, as a general rule I prefer running swords through others apart from myself," Klaus said nonchalantly. Unpleasant was an understatement. It was painful, aggravating, and beneath him. He had done well to hide his actual discomfort with the whole situation so far and his flippant commentary was another step in doing so. Klaus liked to appear as unfazed as possible by most things, apart from showcasing anger from time to time. People seemed to respond best to anger and displays of violence, after all. For now though, he kept a neutral demeanor. No sense in putting the girl on edge.
He caught the flash of pain that danced across her features and, truthfully, he could understand the emotion. Apart from Elijah and Rebekah, his entire family was dead and gone. He had watched the Gilberts murder Kol right before his eyes. And unfortunately, neither of his living siblings seemed to have been collected and dumped off here in the Dirty Thirties. He was left without any family in this place, though he did have Caroline - to an extent. He had no illusions concerning the fact she most likely still mistrusted him. It was how most people dealt with him.
Klaus's stoic expression softened somewhat at Anna's question. Family meant the world to Klaus and he could understand the need and the hope that came with holding onto those you were separated from - even if he worked tirelessly to hide that from others. "They did not," he confessed and found that, despite himself, the admission struck him with a longing for his siblings. "I am alone as well." He tilted his head, "But then, most of my family is dead, so it's to be expected." He took another step closer, "Have you come across anyone else we would know? Anyone from Mystic Falls?"