She remembers him calling, with much the same edge of frayed patience she can hear now: "Brahe! Brahe! Get back here, you bloody fool!" That drew her gaze to him, as to any man who names his Old English for a sixteenth-century astronomer with a prosthetic nose, and she wonders now if, in her scrutiny, she impinged upon his notice and triggered his query about her. It all depends on the direction of travel.