[ Oh for the love of — Can people not watch where they are walking? Guilford grumbles briefly as he turns to face the offending party. The hair color makes him pause briefly with his mouth open, before he reminds himself that the odds of there being another descendent here without someone informing him first would be highly unlikely. ]
[ But it's her use of his name (and in a familiar fashion, he might add) that really puts the brakes on.
He quirks a brow at her, no sign of recognition on his features at all. ] ...may I help you?