Her face certainly wasn't familiar to him. Something in her manner reminded him of Jurgen--the calm, matter-of-factness. But Jurgen had an intensity to him despite the Prozium, and this girl was... serene. No, there was something else nagging at him, but she seemed to pose no danger. Nor did anyone else here, honestly. They were absorbed in their meals and the company of others, and he couldn't blame him at all. He felt a pang of jealousy along with the hunger, which was growing by virtue of being surrounded by food. There would be time enough for that soon, he hoped.
Still, he pulled the coffee over to him and stirred at it. Not mixing anything in, just stirring and enjoying the warmth and smell of it. "I'm dead, aren't I?" he asked thoughtfully. "There really is no way that John could have missed. Not at that range, and not with his level of expertise." He didn't sound upset at all by the prospect. It had been his intent, after all.
He looked up from the drink at the woman. "I'm sorry. I should have asked your name before saying something like that."