"Always nice to have a chance to catch up," she says, with another fleeting smile.

It's another annotation in her mental file, but not something she's inclined to chase after - not, at least, on the first meeting. Instinct tells her that a friendly reunion probably isn't especially relevant to whatever's actually going on here, unless his friends are even stranger than her own.

"This might sound like a strange question, but what year was it when you went to bed last night?"