[ Ritsuka recognizes the woman's voice, though it's the sort of thing that doesn't immediately register to her as such. It's visible, though, in a series of little things: some of the tension seeps out of her shoulders, her posture going less anxiously light on her feet and a little more grounded. ]

Yeah, he's real big on the whole bard thing, if you get him started. Haven't you seen his bow? He modified it to be a--

[ She finally turns her head and immediately does a double-take. Now it clicks; she'd recognized this is Medea, who I know and I trust and I wouldn't be surprised if she was deeply unimpressed with Tristan at all times without really thinking about it, and now...

"A friend of yours?" There's no recognition in that voice.

Well. Okay. It's not the first time it's been a case of I know you, but you don't know me. She just needs a moment to blink, then shake her head to clear it. There's the audible falter in her voice, but she picks up a beat after that, almost back to normal. ]

--harp... yeah. He's that kind of guy.