Emily was sure she knew this face and her mind began racing through names and seeing if she could think of faces to match. Most of the faces she committed to memory were the ones she knew things about, which meant she didn't know this woman very well or had not picked up on anything that made her stand in particularly. Yet that face, she knew that face, and she—oh!
"Penelope," she stated as the name finally came to her, "Penelope Abbernack." Yes, that was the name. She was a scholar the last Emily saw her. She was much younger than, showed promise in being...something. Emily smiled warmly, "It's me, Emily Miliona."
Though if Penelope had remembered anything about the name Emily Miliona, it might have been because she "died" about five years prior. But not everyone cared for the stories of murder and the shock. Some people were protected from it, others simply didn't care.