Even if she was oblivious to the reason why she could tell that the women before her seemed to be getting more and more stressed. Even to begin with she hadn't seemed that talkative but her replies were getting shorter and shorter. She'd started the questions, but hadn't asked more. Her voice had gotten weaker each time she spoke - it was almost like she was scared of Annabeth. Yes, that was it, her behavior reminded her of the schoolhouse children when they were scared of punishment. But what reason did she have to be scared? She was pretty sure she hadn't given the impression she would report the wand slip. And it wasn't like Annabeth was even a scary individual. She was easily shorter than the other woman and could easily be overpowered (well she supposed Marlowe didn't have the knowledge of her being a muggle to contend with but still). Maybe then it wasn't her that this woman was scared of. Maybe it was someone or something else.

When the woman gave her name, there was no sign of recognization on Annabeth's face, just the smile she'd been wearing the whole time. Though honestly, she wasn't sure if the woman had given Anna her first or last name. "Marlowe? That is a pretty name. Like Christopher Marlowe - the playwrite?" She wasn't sure what else to do but keep talking to her. She certainly wasn't going to leave! Not when the woman looked like she might have seen a ghost. Well, that was a poor figure of speech. She was a witch, she was probably used to seeing ghosts. Maybe saying she looked like she'd just woken from a nightmare would be better suited. What would it be like to be used to seeing ghosts? Actually she didn't want to know. That sounded like inviting trouble into her house.

"Are you okay? You seem a little uneasy."