[Victoria was torn between running away, and running towards him. The last time she'd caught someone following her it'd ended badly. So when he approaches it takes an effort of will to stay where she was, raising her chin in an attempt to look a touch regal.

Which failed when he introduced himself, her jaw dropping.]

Wouldn't you remember?

[The words tumble out before and she clamps a hand over her mouth. She can feel heat rushing to her face as she waves a hand, doing to her best to look properly contrite.]

Sorry, words are not always my friends. Ah... [Try as she might, staying calm seemed a slippery task, made all the more difficult by the feeling that she should know him and the way he stared.]

I'm Victoria and as far as I know, this is the first time we've met, Archangel.