[That's true, she realizes. In retrospect, she supposes that was a bit strange; having been able to observe him better now, she can tell that Corvus was not the type at all to simply... walk up to people and talk to them. She isn't sure how she should feel about that; flattered or embarrassed?]

Right. You don't exactly strike me as the type of person to make conversation on their own.

[Which still remains strange to her that he decided to crash a social party, of all things. And so she hesitantly offers:] You never told me what you were doing there, you know.