Ma'am. He must be an old-fashioned sort. Or she came out of all of this looking a lot older than she last remembered. Considering she did get a glimpse of her reflection, she's going to opt for the former over the latter. Her arms press the bundle closer to her chest as she shakes her head. "I'm good. It's not that heavy or cumbersome."

She takes another moment to glance over him. The resemblance is somewhat remarkable, but now that she's over the initial shock, she can pick out the many differences: his voice, the shade of blond of his hair, the blue of his eyes, how he carries himself. If she focuses on those, she can avoid mistaking him again.

"That would be nice. Showing me around, I mean. From how they talked, it sounds like it would be easy to get lost in this place."