There is something about her that is truly, achingly familiar. The accent is a shade too redolent of Gloria's, though her startled anxiety runs counter to that association.

"Haven't the faintest," he admits dryly. "Possibly you've read something. I'm a mathematician."

He looks back to the open doorway, to the varied assemblage. Upon secondary inspection, he finds that he recognizes next to no one within.

"If you don't mind, I happen to be looking for someone," he says with a faint impatient twist to his tone. "If you're not planning to enter, I'd rather not waste my time."