Lazarus stood with his mouth a gap, his eyes stunned. He was lost for words and a small croaking noise came from this throat. No teenage girl had ever blanked him so easily. He was so use to the 'Lazarus! I love you! Give me your autograph!', that this hit him like a lead pipe. He shook his head before sprouting his wings and flying in front of her. "W-wait young m'am." He posed with his arms like he did in the magazines, panicking a little. "Are you... sureeee you dont know me?" He flexed and looked like he did on the covers. "The weekly sorcerer?" He gave up, and turned around dejected, before coughing and standing tall. "No matter. Maybe we will fight someday anyway, when you work your way up in the rankings!" He turned and grinned at her. He offered his fist for a bump. "Good luck on your first job."