"One of those faces, I guess," responded Bowen with a grin, to smooth things over. He swore he'd placed the man, but his memory had certainly failed him before. Pretty soon he'd not know which end of the wand went in his hand!
...that was besides the point, he felt. Shaking his head internally, he stepped to the side, waiting for the conversation to work its way back around. There was no sense in answering Beckett's questions for her, and he felt it wiser to avoid the aimless prattling that so many other wizards would have partook in.