His eyes widen a little, and his face goes blank, totally expressionless. I’m sure my reaction’s exactly the fragging same. It’s like when you pass someone on the street that you know you’ve met before, but you can’t for the life of you remember their name, where you met, or why they might—or might not—be important. So instead of making an ass out of yourself, you let your gaze just slide off them—give them the neutral scan—like you didn’t really see them in the first place. It’s like that, but it’s worse, because we both know we both did see each other.