Red: He blinked and shook his head slightly to clear the spots away from his vision. "Oi! Wha's th' big ide--" he stopped. Red didn't realize it at first; she was out in the daytime and that was enough to make him not recognize her, but he could swear it was--... She looked like a yan-gant-y-tan, not just any yan-gant-y-tan, either. Rubbing his eyes, thinking he was just seeing things, he commented, "I didn' know they let a yan-gant-y-tan in." Then again, he thought, I didn' know they let anyone from th' forest in, and lo an' behold, 'ere I am, and there's a Will o' th' Wisp 'ere too. Without thinking, he strode in front of her, hoping to stop her effectively. "Yer from th' southwestern forest, righ'?" he asked carefully. What 're th' odds? Surely it wasn't her-- not that it really mattered, but...
He wasn't one to make guesses and not express them, though, so he asked, "Yer name-- it's... Ysuelt....? 'R is that someone else...?" Red almost wished it wasn't her, but if it was, maybe she didn't remember. If it was and she did? Small world, he supposed.