Once she watched him for a good few moments, the knee-jerk reaction that raised fur under the skin at the back of her neck settled. She wasn't afraid of him- but she was confused as to just why not.
Also, why he smelled familiar, but had no memory connected to the scent that she could dredge up.
"Okay so..." she started, her nose wrinkling, scrunching freckles. "Who're you?"