"So you do recognize me." Pam continued to stare at the man. She'd remember him; she was good with faces, supernaturally good some might say. While humans weren't of much interest outside tiny amusements and dinner, their faces didn't leave her easily when she really looked at one. This one she would have looked at.
"But, of whom do I really remind you?" She licked her lips, no fangs yet. Something about him was familiar in the way a character in a story might be familiar. Then it hit her. He reminded her of one of the other Pam's toys. They'd had time to share stories, brief time but enough. Perhaps he wasn't one of them, yet the way he acted reminded her of some humans who were bitten. "Some visitor to your shop? Or some random face in the crowd? Do you normally obsess over such to make them into memories?"