Nuriko lets out a laugh before she can stop herself, slightly bitter and mostly brittle, her eyes narrowing slightly at the memory. She bites at her thumb for a moment, trying to decide how much to share. It's in the past. Talking about it probably won't hurt anyone. The demon doesn't exist anymore, and the ones here are so much better at hiding that Nuriko doesn't even know how to smoke them out.

If he's planning on judging her, he has no real ground.

"Oh no. If I come across a demon, I do what I can. But it was harder to get around and search for them; we didn't have telephones or cars, or even that train I came in on. We had carriages. You couldn't..." Nuriko sighs, shaking her head. "If you were lucky, your village had someone who could look out for everyone."