"Fufufu~... Indeed we could, though after what Helena just did, I imagine they'll have a healthy fear of sticking their nose where they do not belong~? Though if they heard you ask that question, they might interpret it very differently.", she chuckled, sipping her sake cup. After all, having an angry woman asking you if you'd like to speak to your deceased relatives... Could come off as a very roundabout way of inviting them to meet their maker, which could be pretty intimidating in its own right.
However, Alisa was far more interested in the two sisters and their family than the peeping toms they'd already put in their place. The two women had their fair share of complaints about their sibling, and though Alisa might have sounded more understanding, she also knew she was not the one who had to grow up with the man or spend time with him on family reunions. Relatives have a way of being the most accepting of all your faults, and yet still not missing a single opportunity to chide you for them. That too in a sense, was a form of love:
"Fufu~... I know some people like that... And usually it's better to leave them to their own devices.", she explained, a lopsided smile on her face as she brushed a loose wet lock behind her ear, and shifted her rear atop the stony seat to better face the two women, "They won't learn from anybody else's mistakes but their own, and usually it's better to let them do so."