[ Not her Lord of the Underworld, then, but not Charon, either. He's from somewhere else. In some ways, that's a relief: at least this version has no reason to dislike her. But it also makes him an unknown -- Eurydice can't assume this one is nicer, just because he's different. Although he's certainly more conversational.

As he assesses her, Eurydice does her best to stand her ground, to look right back. Eye contact is still unsettling, but it's more dangerous to show weakness, here. People-watching goes both ways.

With some resolve: ] Don't worry. If you were the Lord I knew, I'd make sure you remembered me. [ She matches his not-smile, but in place of weariness, there's a skeptical eyebrow raise. ] But I feel awfully rude not knowing your name. What do people call you?

[ He still hasn't answered her original question! ]