Thierry Joly. How odd. She hadn't recalled him having a first name, but then again, it made more sense for him to have one than to not. She relaxed a bit, intrigued by meeting this strange, literary fellow, figuring that he would no doubt be less obstinate than his golden haired counterpart, and likely more amusing to talk to as well.

"The pleasure is mine, Monsieur Joly, I assure you." She then gestured broadly to the image on the screen. "And who is he? Your friend. What is his name? And her? I do not recall meeting either of them in the Arena."