Nensu was so consumed in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Midoriya attempting to reach out to her. It was like an eternal plague; it continues to surround her forever, until someone else manages to experience the same amount of pain. Like Shoto. The girl then noticed the footsteps walking away. 
“What’s your family like, Midoriya?”, she asked, sadly. “How do they live?”, she didn’t look at him as she said this, but she was curious.