[Mona Megistus — he is not familiar with every genius in the universe by name, but that one is new, he's certain of it. It reminds him that there is always something to learn on a journey, and introductions like this are inevitable, even if the circumstances are less than ideal.

And he can tell she's practiced. The confident air in its delivery almost tempts him to smile, a little twitch at the corner of his mouth. She takes pride in her identity; he cannot fault her for that.]

... Oh. [The word startles out of him, breathy.] You divined my name? I underestimated your ability. I shouldn't make that mistake again.

[Somehow, he is comfortable where others might recoil and withdraw, fearing that keen perception. It isn't like he has anything to hide. Instead he reaches to pour them both hot tea from the pot placed on a low table at the foot of the bed.]

I admit that I'm not very familiar with astrology. Do you study the stars?