It isn't the answer — or, question, she guesses — Anna is expecting. Some general confusion, that would be expected, or even someone full-blown freaking out about being somewhere they weren't before. Everyone has their ways of dealing with things, though, she supposes, and everyone who shows up here came from somewhere. Back home, everyone would have known who she was. Maybe that's the case with this woman, too. Or maybe she's just completely missing something, something that wouldn't surprise Anna to learn of herself.

"I... Should I know who you are?" she asks, her slight frown and the furrow in her brow a fairly clear sign that she does not, in fact, know who the woman she's speaking to is. It seems more polite, though, than just coming right out with it, and every once in a while she can manage to remember somewhat decent manners.