She doesn't particularly want to tell him. But given the way she reacted when she heard his name, she figures she should make at least that much make sense. She takes a few more bites of her pizza, trying to put some distance between her and the question if she can, but it doesn't always work that way.

"When I was eleven, some hunters barricaded us into our house and set it on fire." She still remembers the flames, the fear, and for a moment it flashes on her in a way that it usually only does in her nightmares. "We used to be this ... prominent werewolf family. We had gone back generations. And now all that's left is me, my brother and my uncle." And her cousin. But she doesn't know Malia exists, so we won't hold it against her.