"I didn't know you were an inept bandit until this evening, I daresay we are all having very exciting revelations-!" This is going so well. Narcissa lets him push the wand away from his face, but she's not quite willing to lower it yet, especially not if he's going to decide at any moment that she's some kind of trick to be countercursed. She hasn't quite decided whether it would be better to disarm him and argue the point more safely, or if doing so would only reinforce his misapprehension that she isn't, in fact, Narcissa Malfoy.

Later, she's going to remember how much she always wanted to push him over in the dirt when they were in school, and this is going to be terribly funny. Probably.

"Of course it's me. There's two of me in this city, it's quite something- Merlin, there's two of you." Between the four of them, they're all across the timeline, but of course her baby isn't here, even though that man at Hellsing has his child, and it isn't that she wants Draco consigned to this so much as she'd just like it so much better if they were all together and-

Right.

"You look a sight." Priorities.