He is polite at least, moreso than she has been, and she inclines her head in thanks for his forgiveness. He is tall, as tall as the elf she mistook him for, and there is some novelty in that. Strange, but the longer she stares the more similarities she can see. He is...apart from a few key elements, the spitting image of her brother.

"I thank you," she says a bit distractedly. "Tell me, what is your name?

"I have mistaken you for my brother and, oddly, as I stare I find fewer and fewer deviations. If you say your name is Finrod, I will be forced to consider the possibility that I have gone mad."