Ah, so it was likely she wasn't related to the Bagshot's by blood. Faustus usually wasn't one to go poking around anyone's family history (though clearly their family had the resources for it) but he couldn't help the nagging pull that he felt to inquire about her family proper and what they did. Not wanting to seem too forward today though, he decided to leave that matter be. Especially given the fact that she had not been expecting him. No, he would ask that another time.

He startled himself by even thinking about 'another time', realizing that he had automatically thought of that possibility in the near future. That is - if Miss Skovgaard wanted to. It was also entirely possible she wanted very little to do with him given she'd almost drowned with him at the Sanditon Resort. He brought himself out of his thoughts and nodded, feeling truly grateful that no one she knew had been seriously injured. "I'm glad," He said, hoping he sounded so. But to get to the crux of the matter, Faustus nodded his head towards her. "Have you quite recovered from the ordeal at the Sanditon, Miss Skovgaard?" He'd realized she hadn't answered his question at first, though didn't blame her if it was as he suspected and he'd caught her unawares with his arrival this afternoon.

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