Anwen didn't quite expect the response that she received. Her face was bright red with indignation and her breathing was slightly accelerated, her hands clenched upon her apron. Her mouth worked emptily for a moment before she tried to stutter out a response, finding herself interrupted by the man as he gave a surprisingly calm reason for his outburst. She was ready to chastise him again, but then he immediately changed the topic to the incoming students.

Unable to switch conversational and emotional gears quickly and forgetting what it meant that he knew of the entirely supernatural school, she found herself swept along in the tide of his dialogue, trailing after him and unsure of whether to be angry or friendly. She continued to stutter throughout. Finally, she managed to speak, finding purchase in something wholly unrelated to either of his topics of conversion:

"...How do you know my last name? Have I meet you?" Her voice dropped to a mumble as she spoke to herself, "Did I forget about someone again?"