She was doing her best to present a more neutral air in her bearing and posture even if in the back of her head she wanted nothing more than to treat him like she would an old friend or trusted confidante. She knew they weren't that, not anymore, but it was difficult to look at him without feeling that urge. So much had changed since the days when he trained her, and even from when they were at odds with one another; without any information from him to go off of, she honestly had no idea what they were to one another anymore.
And yet, he was the one who originally reached out to her.
He betrayed no sense of shock or surprise at her words, and the lack of a reaction had her questioning once again just how much he remembered. It was a question she doubted she would ever get an answer to that satisfied her, since the sheer fact that he had holes in his memory in the first place filled her with a combination of guilt and rage. Guilt due to the fact that the discovery of their relationship was what caused them to wipe him in the past, and rage that she had been powerless to stop it from happening.
"Nothing important," she lied, her expression hard to decipher as she offered her best approximation of a friendly smile. "You made it a point to make contact with me when I first arrived, and I wanted to find out why." This answer was closer to the truth, even if it was still skirting the meat of the matter.