Lucy had mouthed a silent, 'What are you playin' at?' In the actor's direction, for she knew her to be French. Still, should it be a matter of subterfuge, did not wish to spoil whatever game was afoot. Until knowing more, she would simply exchange a look of puzzlement, every now and then.
"Lucy Cramwell," she volunteered, clearing throat beforehand. Not that the young brunette wanted to give her full name, but it now seemed out of place to only freely reveal her first. "An' I thought I smelled somethin' off, so... I came to investigate. That's all."
Locking gaze with John, she wondered if he, in turn, remembered her. For all she knew, this place might have a fondness for causing people amnesia, too.