She's not sure what to do with that response. He doesn't appear to recognize her, and his reason for being in the room is plausible. He hasn't seemed like the sort who would bother to lie if he were really there to attack her. All good things, all things that ease the tension in her shoulders and jaw bit by bit. But not far; she's been wrong about that sort of thing before and she keeps the arrow aimed at his eye, even as she glances at the mural.

"No. Definitely not." Her glance turns into two, brows lowering even further as a detail catches her eye around him. The lapel of the jacket, the bit of a tie-pattern. She looks from it to him and back and doesn't bother to ask the too-obvious question.