Wen Ning freezes at the familiar sound of his name from an unfamiliar voice. He turns to the young woman with a cautious look. She has a similar odd pink coloration to her hair that he's seen several other ladies already, though that isn't important. He doesn't know her.

It's one thing to hear of there being duplicates of those he knows and loves in this place, it's another to be in the position where he might be expected to recognize someone when he doesn't. Is she going to tell him that he's been here before but doesn't remember it?

Nodding, he turns to face her but says nothing. She owes the explanation at this point, and he's too thrown off by her greeting to do anything more than wait for it.