Ziio nodded slowly, but found herself rendered quiet some moments longer. Perhaps Connor knew more than she did. Perhaps she knew more than he. Who knew more seemed to be irrelevant and unnecessary. Only that information ought to have been shared at some point in time. Provided either of them even had any, for to be fair, she was reasonably certain he didn't. He sounded as perplexed as she felt.

"I did not know his name," she confessed. "At least not so directly. Only that I had met him. At least, as much as I imagine it must be him. I cannot think of someone else who matches the description." Then as Connor continued, she found herself looking back at him with interest.

"I felt the same, however. The first time I saw his face, I thought I saw something I had seen before. And I thought it frequently many times after. There is something about him, but I don't know what."