She did recognize him, and that oddly made her annoyed. Of course, annoyed was better than angry or defensive at the moment. She landed as far from him as she could in the courtyard, shedding the dragon from as she dropped, landing in a swirl of smoke on more or less human seeming feet. She was in a long black and purple gown, because of course she was, and she was still smoking a bit as if on fire from within. She crossed her arms.

"You're that other Pinocchio, aren't you? Yell or whatever."