[There was a time when Morrigan could count the number of people that knew her name on one hand. Still, anyone who knows her name is not someone she plans to run into possibly... ever again, so when she hears her name she turns quickly, eyes wide and jaw clenched.

But it's not just the voice she doesn't recognize. The man himself, though he speaks like he knows she's left the Warden and her group, she's never seen in her life. She made an effort to avoid the small armies the Warden had gathered over their journey, so she's unlikely to find the answer there either.

No, she can't find a place for this stranger in her memory. She'll have to ask him herself. She narrows her eyes at him suspiciously.]

I am sure you will see the last of me yet. Meanwhile, perhaps you could shed some light on how we have supposedly met, hopefully to remind me why I am meant to be avoiding you.

[Then she can get right back to it.]