"There could be a girl Robin Hood," Clyde retorted with a sulk, he'd seen a girl Zorro earlier. Wasn't that some sort of feminist thing? But he wasn't going to make a further fool of himself and argue the point, already conceding he was wrong with a shrug.
The costume and lighting would be his excuse for not having recognized Emmy right away if asked, although she did look familiar in a way that could just have been seeing her once or twice around campus. But Clyde didn't want to admit he thought he knew her but couldn't quite place her, trying to play it cool until she somehow reminded him or he thought of some smooth way of asking. Except it was Clyde, and he knew well enough that there wasn't much he could do smoothly. "Uh... Do you remember me?" he asked, hoping she could answer the question for him.