Benji glances, and then glances once again as if snagged on both recognition as well as the look she's being given. Shoulders curl in as if her way of being startled is to-- make herself look smaller, even if a flicker of a nervous smile crosses her face. "Hm," is sort of an acceptance of the situation presenting itself, rather than reeling out an explanation immediately. Involuntary reaction and quizzical response at least confirm that she is the dreamwalker he is looking for, and indeed, she recognises him, sans wings and all.

She does, though, take a sip of wine. The memory of where she had left him had been one she'd carried with her upon waking.

"How nice to meet you under better circumstances."