She nods encouragingly. 'That's it! Exactly right. You don't have to say it back - it's not impolite if you don't, since you aren't a Tradeliner. But if people do, it always reminds me of home.' Her wistful smile at the thought might indicate that this is a very good thing as far as she's concerned.

Tayrey has always been quite consistent in her beliefs - that hypothetically, should there be other women wearing her face, in other timelines or universes, that has precisely nothing to do with her as an individual. So she'll give this César that very same courtesy, and treat him like the new acquaintance he is. The other man she knew was just that. Another man.

'You were asking earlier - I don't eat any animal flesh, of any sort, but eggs are fine. Anything that doesn't harm the animal is fine,' she explains.