Cortana blinks at his response but there's only a moment or two of confusion before a little knowing smirk graces her lips.

"So you need names, then." A stroke of luck that she gave the name she took from her mother, in that case. They're definitely not getting her name now.

She proceeds to stroll around like she's the one in charge of this domain and not Milo, examining the plants with casual curiosity. "Still a gem." The comment might sting, but she doesn't show it. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about the little illusion problem affecting this town?"