"Greingoth," she said, answering his question.

Hmm. He was a lot nicer now than he'd appeared to be in class. Then again, she wasn't frantically wagging a finger at him while mumbling words that made absolutely no sense at all. Still, he looked like her father, and if anyone else had seen their father's head on a centaur's body, they'd have freaked out, too...

"I wanted to apologize for the way I greeted you at the beginning of class. That's not like me, and...," she trailed off then rummaged through her bag for a photograph. "It's in here somewhere..." She looked up for a split second and eyed the centaur, fully expecting him to get impatient with her. Just then, she found what she was looking for and held it for Thereos to see.

"You look just like him," she said. "This is my father, Alexander Greingoth. It just surprised me at first to see the similarities, and...that's why I reacted the way I did." She paused and looked at Thereos, trying to read his face for any sort of sign at all. She couldn't tell anything, though. "I didn't mean any disrespect, so again, I apologize."