Arabella was very elusive in her manner of speech. Her situation? Aberforth kept a neutral expression even if he wanted to furrow his brow and frown. What was her situation? Perhaps something to do with her family, especially if they were fighting on opposite sides of a war. Surely that had to be difficult and he assumed it had to be that though he did not put much weight in it since there was no way to know for certain. He spoke of his family issues very vaguely as well though, if at all. It was not an easy topic to discuss.
It was strange though not wholly unwelcome to hear that they were friends. He wished he had the same memories she did. His innate distrust in others wanted to rear its ugly head and have him turn away, but there must be something. He had trusted his men before and if they were fellow soldiers in another war then they were team mates. Team mates and friends. There had to be trust in there. His future self must have trusted her even if there was no evidence to prove that at the moment. Only time would tell. Time and risk, should he keep talking to her.
"Well-" he began then, voice still gruff. He took a moment to clear his throat, trying to sound a bit more pleasant though his voice was still scratchy from smoking too much and disuse. "-then, as I said, it's very nice to meet a friend, Miss Figg." he said, hesitant smile on his face. "Would you happen to know anything about coffee makers? Apparently the sort I used back home is out of productive in favor of-" he paused here, eyes darting back over to the glossy boxes once more, frowning much like his older self would. "these ridiculously elaborate contraptions."