Remus smiled softly, looking over the book. He chuckled just a bit as his old friend plunked down in a chair. It was nice to have James back, it'd been so many years since he'd heard that voice. To be honest, he'd been doing just a touch of avoidance since he'd come back. It of course wasn't that he didn't want to see the man... quite the opposite. But he was accutely aware that his appearance had cause distress which he never wanted James to feel.
He took the bookmark from his knee and slid it between the pages deliberately, closing the book around it and setting it aside. He gave a look that, to anyone who knew him, said that he was pondering, thinking, reaching into his memory.
"No, actually. I know that she appeared on our doorstep a bit ago, dirty and drunk. She was distraught about something or other, but I didn't ask. It wasn't my place, really." he shrugged softly. "Apparently she's Andromeda's daughter, and obviously had a particular fondness for Siri since she came looking for him. Aside from that, no, I know reletively nothing about her. Why?" he asked, cocking his head and looking at James.