[the sorrow that flashes across her face makes him feel inexplicably guilty. fortunately it's gone almost as quickly as it came, replaced by a disapproval that rivals Pearl Fey's at her worst. he finds himself wanting to flinch away from her then chides himself for his foolishness. his back stiffens and his tone grows a bit firm, though not as harsh as he usually is.]

I assure you, I'm not finding this any funnier than you are. If we have met, I'm afraid I don't remember, though I think it's...highly unlikely that I would forget someone like you. Perhaps if you tell me who your father is it would jog my memory? I meet so many people in the course of my work, you see...

[that must be where she knows him from, right? it isn't as if he could have met her anywhere else. he doesn't socialize outside his own tiny circle, not even here, in this place where having friends can easily mean the difference between life and death. and he certainly hasn't been to any 'shows' since he came here.]

[...wait. his eyes widen in surprise.]

Are you saying you know me from...home?