She doesn't push this time--if anything she looks a little admonished for asking in the first place. Which is a little silly on it's own because... He's a hollow. It's not like she has to worry about hurting his feelings.

Except she sort of feels like she does. The way he says that, the way that he talks about whoever this woman is... It's not the sort of thing she expects a hollow to be concerned about. He sounds... upset. And she feels strangely, uncomfortably like a jerk in that moment. To a hollow.

She frowns at him, the conflict showing on her face. "I wasn't going to press it," she states, just for the record. Because clearly he thought she was going to. Her next words come out a little stilted in her awkwardness. "I'm... sorry about what happened to her. And that our names are the same. That must have been... weird."