[ This is all very strange, and she's still not entirely sure what to make of it all, honestly. She looks up from the grave in front of her, turning to look over at the young man who approaches. As far back as she searches through her memory banks, she can't remember ever meeting anyone who looked like him before. ]

Good afternoon. [ Despite the obviously... odd way she looks, she turns fully towards the young man and offers him a small, polite bow. ] Yes, that is my name —— mm? I may... it almost sounds as if you are describing a very close friend I had at home. But how do you know about him?