Methe felt her body temperature rise a few degrees, and though she couldn't see it, her pupils had dilated. It was a bit like being near her when she was putting out her feelings of intoxication, but she was still clear-headed enough to think. Like sipping the best wine without getting muddled.
"Michele Botrys," she replied, shaking the outstretched hand. "I don't think so, I really think I would have remembered you."