It hadn't occured to Halle that he might not want to talk about his history because they were in public; the Market was crowded and there was plenty of noise, and honestly she had gotten used to the open atmosphere of the circus. It had been so nice to be able to talk about things and do things without getting strange looks. She hadn't ventured far since arriving, so she hadn't thought much about changing the habit for a couple of weeks.
Now, though, she felt a little silly for not thinking of it, and ducked through the crowd behind him, still attached at the hand, until they were out of the way a bit. Only a little, though, because they weren't really talking about anything supernatural. Not really.
"That makes sense. And it's cool that you have so much family. Like, you knew people in Rome and you had people in America... when my parents died, there was no one else. They had lots of friends, I mean, but no other family that they were close with." This wasn't said with any sense of depression, just a touch of wistfulness if anything. Halle had a unique take on grief, being so well-acquainted with the spirit world. "That you even have a head of the family is amazing to me."