The girl nodded, still avoiding his gaze as he answered her question. Seemed like he may have just been passing through? Trying to stick to the wilds, avoiding human contact... And it seemed as though he was alone, as well. What a lonely-sounding life he must've led thus far, if he didn't spend it with any friends, or family. Sophie couldn't imagine... or perhaps she could, and didn't want to. But his question caught her by surprise, causing her to look up at him once more with a disarmed look on her face-- as if he'd said something offensive, yet true. "Me? I..." She sat there, non-plussed for a few moments, before ultimately looking away with a rather dejected smile; a saddened look in her eyes.
"...I don't know, really. Kinda pathetic, isn't it? I don't really know what I am." She sat there in silence for a moment before continuing. "I never met my parents. Never knew my blood-related family. My earliest memories are as a slave, in one of Conn... well, a slave in a human city, kept in a dungeon, locked in a small, metal cage. Looked down at as 'vermin' because of my ears, my tail. Occasionally let out on a collar, paraded around like a pet. 'Examined' from head to toe by potential 'masters'." Her eyes grew cold, distant-- as if she'd withdrawn from the world at large, to someplace else; Someplace dark. Her sad smile remained, even still. "Purchased like a plaything because I was 'exotic'. Insulted. Tortured for fun... And sold back to that dungeon... that small, metal cage. The people... they looked at me like I'd crawled out of a sewer."
Before long, Sophie'd forgotten she was even speaking; Her hands absentmindedly balling into fists, tight enough to drain the color from her knuckles, before releasing once more. "Not good enough to serve. Not good enough to entertain. Weak, frail compared to the rest. Water in an old, rusted bowl.. a stale bit of bread. I..." She paused, her gaze clearing up, before sighing, and shaking her head. "Sorry, I... no. No, I'm not sure I'm human."