She couldn't tell if he was being facetious or not, and so she simply nodded and let her crooked mouth fall into a lazy sort of half-grin, one that gave way to a surprising guffaw at his following inquiry. Normally she wouldn't have laughed. It just caught her so off guard. She was more accustomed to people thinking that she and Nik were father and daughter, having traveled with him back when she was still a teen. It was a notion she liked far less than the one that he proposed now, and the alcohol had lowered her defenses so that she was helpless to stop brilliant color from rising in her cheeks.
"No," she said quickly, her voice soft, an unspoken but lingering at the edge of the word before he changed the subject. "I don't know much about families, but you don't seem so bad." She offered this with a verbal shrug, her fingers taking up a rolling rhythm on the arm of her chair. She wouldn't pry into it; it seemed a topic he would divulge more of only if he wanted to. If there was anything she understood it was the value of one's privacy.
"It's kind of funny to think of someone checking up on him. Nik, I mean. He's kind of like a stray cat. He just sort of does what he wants."