She gives it a little more thought, time for consideration, but it isn't the thing that nags deep down, that feeling that pulls at her like an impatient child until she listens to it, gives in just long enough to ask the question that dangles on the tip of her tongue only seconds before she actually utters it out loud.

"Do I - know you, from somewhere?" she asks, squinting slightly into the semi-darkness. "I only ask because I'm pretty positive I would've remembered us meeting if you'd had on, you know, the cape."