"Hello, Anna." He speaks calmly, although still rather hesitant. His eyes looked her over, and he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, no clothes out of place, no strange jewelry.

This place was starting to become really strange, between people running around warning him of things, and, well, this. He had been a father before, but that was a long, long, time ago.

"I think you have me confused for someone." He tries to be nice and smooth out the fabric resting on her shoulder, "I don't know you, and trust me, I rarely forget who I meet."