Alwin thinks for a second, "Vaguely. A friend of my father's... I don't remember him well though. It's been at least twenty years since I saw him, before my parents died," he's starting to really wonder about her, "So what's your story. How do you know more... me's, I guess?" he remembered his parents talking about his lineage quite a bit, but didn't remember what they said. Only how much they impressed it on him. He was six last time he heard that spiel, after all.