Resolved as ever. If she recognizes him she's not showing it. And why should she recognize him? He watches the way her bow "string" draws back further and a soft, bitter laugh escapes.

"You don't know that. Just think of all we might have in common. I bet it's more than you think-- and don't start with the I'm nothing like you schpiel, I don't want to hear it. We can just agree to disagree." A pause. "Except you Quincies are notoriously bad at that aren't you? Or maybe that's the other guys, I could never really follow that part. But it does mean we have a common enemy. Fancy that, already found one thing in common."

Come on, put the arrow down. He can't stand here forever.