He notices that she seems to walk with a bit of a limp and raises an eyebrow as she passes but doesn't saying anything because it hardly seems polite. It's not his place to poke around in other people's business, particularly not when he's so often adamant about others staying out of his own. He does feel a twinge of guilt, though, when she tells him long she's been in Siren Cove.

"I'm usually good with faces," he tells her sheepishly, tapping at his temple. "Eidetic memory. If I've seen you before it must have only been in quick passing, unless you frequent the library often in which case I have no excuse and should probably apologize." He can't imagine that's the case, though, not when she's mentioned strange hours due to working at a bakery. He relies on his usual free cut of banana bread from Amber at Cove Cafe and can't even remember the last time he'd visited the bakery.

He leads Emily to the dining room, gesturing for her to sit as he continues on to the kitchen. "Please, take the sandwich that's already out," he tells her, pulling the refrigerator open. "It'll only take me a moment to fix up a second one. Would you care for a drink? Water, milk... er, beer?" He also has an extensive liquor collection in the cabinet she's surely noticed by now but he doesn't know how appropriate it is to offer someone he's just met a glass of hard liquor this early in the day.