He'd been in his own head, he'd hardly heard the woman speak. Twisting his head around he looked to see the same well put together woman he'd met so many months ago. And hadn't that ended well? Hello was all she could say?
Throwing on his cheap, charming smile Conchobar greeted her. "Why yes. Don't you remember me?" you should, "We have met before. Marie Antoinette is it?"