"No." Rose's answer was terse but not quite rude, just enough to disinvite more personal inquiry. Her shoulders tensed, spine straightening almost in defiance of the wary body language. She didn't blame him for asking; she hadn't shared her history with anyone in the cirque save the mysterious Management who'd seemed to know it all already, and it was natural when making small talk to ask about things like that. But as nice of a young man as he seemed to be, she still didn't know him, and the walls she'd built around herself weren't going to come down in a day. She had known a number of her kind; she had once been possessed of an unusually large family. But explaining that was still beyond her desires.
"My people tend to be reclusive by necessity," she said after a moment, unbending just enough to elaborate with some less personal information. "Exposing yourself to another member of the species comes with its own set of risks that aren't always worth the effort. I kept to myself, and if I somehow crossed paths with another of the caladriai in my travels, I never knew it."
She tapped the box of supplies. "I assume that all those who work with fire are well versed in the appropriate safety practices that go along with it," she said, "but if anyone needs instruction on how to use what's in here, I'm happy to provide it."