Marek hadn't really known how she was going to respond to that question, but he watched her while she spoke. There were some things he could pick up from what she was saying about her wand - she was strong and powerful, stubborn and stable, resilient, somewhat dangerous, no real surprises there - but he imagined that he would have understood her better if he was a wandmaker, like her. On the other hand, describing her wand to him was probably very personal, from her point of view; possibly more personal than telling him her life story.
He still didn't know whether he just wanted to be able to trust her, or if he actually could, but he did trust her, for better or worse. It was generally his nature to trust people as far as he felt he could, until the point he felt he should stop, but in light of recent events he wasn't sure that was the best way of going about it. What was he supposed to do about that, though? Trusting someone wasn't really something he could control. He could only choose whether to act on it or not, whether to let her know that he did.
"I want to," was all he said, which wasn't really an answer. He ran his finger around the top of his scotch glass. "If I could tell as much about you from your wand as you could tell about me from mine, I'm sure it'd be easier."
He was quiet for a moment, and leaned back against the booth, regarding her again, though not with the same scrutiny as before. He was not at all in the mood for trying to figure out whether she was trustworthy or not, probably didn't have the wherewithal to figure that out right at this moment even if he wanted to. "Still got some dead kittens in that mysterious mind of yours?"