It might've been a little of both, as Sonya was feeling a little tipsy herself: not so much relaxed, but rather she stopped giving a fuck.
Certainly enough that she leaned in slightly and smirked at his family 'motto'. "Sounds like something I believe in 'you scratch my back, I scratch yours." It was something she usually lived by.
She tried to think. "The same I am with any weapon:a fast learner and certainly not squeamish about killing for survival." She wasn't sure if that answered his question or not, but it was an answer.