The sigh that escapes her is explosive enough to be a derisive snort as she decides to give up on questioning him for now. They're all stuck here, not like she won't get another chance to observe or talk to him. "Yeah, I know a great one about a skeleton and the Goddess," she replies with a roll of her eyes. "Probably wouldn't translate." And she's probably better off not thinking about the fact that there's no one left in the universe to understand her language. So she sips her coffee instead. If he's not gonna be helpful, it might be time for him to get on with finding his kids.