[Even if Magnus is the only man she knows of his distinct size and stature, draped in all of the layers that he was, it's no surprise that even she doesn't recognize him at first. Lup's attention is so much more focused on having all eyes on her than paying attention to just who she was harassing out on the streets.

Before the recognition hits, the elf's irritation drops at the strange sight lumbering around in front of her. Like a walking, talking wardrobe magic'd into sentience. She opens her mouth as Magnus addresses her, like she's about to scream at him again, but she looks so utterly dumbfounded that her mouth just gapes uselessly for a few extra seconds before closing again.

Magnus rushing in saves the day again.

Muffled as his speech was, the connection hits and Lup immediately closes the distance between them, peering up through the various sunglasses on his face to catch sight of the man beneath the layers. At the mention of her hair, she idly reaches out to touch the braid swung over her shoulder.]

Oh, uh, no. Was kind of thinking of it, but I dunno, we'll see--Hey. [Her eyes narrow accusingly.] Most of those scarves look awfully familiar. Some of those hats too, buddy.