"No," she kept her gaze on the tabletop and idly traced patterns with her fingertips. "We lost a lot of family when we were young, and then our parents. It's just been me and my brother for a long time." After a few moments of silence she made herself speak again to ask, "What about you?" Partly out of curiosity (what kind of family life did a demon have?), and partly because she didn't want to think about her parents and Sokovia, sitting here eating familiar sweets that would never be so good as what her mother used to bake.