That sense of familiarity was coming up strong again. Arthur was almost certain the woman was someone he knew from 'the old days'. Only trouble is, he couldn't come out and directly say it. Not with the young girl present. And certainly not when he wasn't exactly sure who the woman might be.
Not Guinevere, surely?
"In, ah, Cornwall, maybe?" he said, hesitantly. "I'm originally from there, you know."