She pockets the pen, returning her smile with one of her own. She'd tell her to keep the pen if she didn't need it herself.

Not being from Earth or exposed to much Earth literature, the name doesn't ring any bells. The face in the pictures, though, is eerily familiar. Adia leans in a little, peering at the images, a small frown on her face. Didn't she recently meet a man who looked an awful lot like that? He was very... severe, however. Cold. Not the sort of person she could imagine Ash befriending. And he didn't say anything about being a detective.

"I saw someone who looked like him," she admits finally. "He was asking questions about revenge. He doesn't sound like your friend, though." Her eyes flick to Ash's and she shrugs apologetically. "That can happen here sometimes."