"Huh," he says again, looking at her in this new light. This careful light. Cousins with Hecate doesn't necessarily mean anything good – Apollo is cousins with Hecate – but there's nothing that sounds particularly threatening about paperwork.
He takes note of the paths through the tables heading toward the back stairs, just in case. He curls his fingers around his phone so his hand's on it if he needs to make a quick exit. His charms from Qebhet are still in his pockets, and his shoelaces are tight; no tripping.
And his curiosity still pushes all of that into the back seat. "Must go back a ways then, huh?" he says, not quite as mildly as she did but not for lack of trying. How can he figure out who she is without asking? "Musta been through some wild times?"