"Oh Gods," Nike started as she slowly walked over to the other woman and tilted her head. How to go about it without completely unmasking herself? "Really, really, really, really, really, really unique stuff? Like really unique? Like ..." There was some awkward shrugging off shoulders there. "Greek?" But even then, there was something about the other woman's face that hit home, if even for a brief moment where Nadia stirred, as if awakening from long sleep. "Oh, but I don't mean to be rude. I'm Nadia."
"I was just walking past and ..." How to explain that pull? "I felt the need to step inside and for really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really ..." She drew in a breath there to stop herself. "I'm sorry, have we met before?" Doubtful, since she'd remember that.