Anya recognized her. It'd been hundreds of years, of course, since she'd seen the woman in front of her, hardly able to remember her name, but what matters is this: she knows her. A fae, she had to have been. Anya had, under her tenure as Anyankah, technically been part of the Unseelie Court. And this woman didn't look nearly familiar enough to have been one of them.

Still, the best way to get to the bottom of things was to get to the bottom of things.

"You!" She says, approaching the woman. "I know you!"