[She, likewise, has a moment of watching him, uncertain for a second, before she recognises him. And... stops, arms still crossed over her chest. Not as defensive as she was the first time, but she hardly seems thrilled.]
I don't know who, but someone is making a habit out of things here. [Whether it's whoever brought her here again, her for arriving underdressed for the season again, or Porthos for running into her again, well.]
Still a step above grunts, monsieur. [Hello to you, too.]