From that question, the gaze, she knew he wouldn't remember her. Or the train. Which was okay, she was glad to see his face, again, even if he didnt' remember. "Sorry, this place is a bit odd, and I'm afraid I knew you in another life." Or that was what it felt like. Three and a half years ago felt like a lifetime.
"I'm Marian of Knighton." She bowed at her waist. "And this is Soyeux." She introduced the horse.