Claude's eyes narrow -- almost professionally. "You saw," he says carefully. "Tell me this, since it escaped another person of my acquaintance -- given that there's a genetic component to what I can do, and that this...whoever he is...is interested in brains -- "

Pause.

And he shakes his head. "It doesn't matter." And that's almost gentle. "Don't have time for that, if I'm right, so -- put it this way." He's taller than she is; he looks down at her now. "You're lucky you literally ran into me. More than you know. Now. What's your name?"