How curious, she thinks; however, as strange as she finds it, she's not one to challenge his words. After all, it isn't as though the name is entirely unheard of, so she supposes it's a believable story - it just seemed a bit too coincidental, is all. "I...see." Assuming that his name was indeed 'März' or, at the very least, a derivation thereof, it strikes her as uncanny that he can't remember his name being such, and this nickname of his...well, she would be lying if she said she wasn't curious to know it.

Her curiosity notwithstanding, it would be rude of her to ask for his name without giving her own first. She waves a dismissive hand in regards to his first statement, shaking her head. "Oh, don't worry - you didn't scare me. I was merely...surprised. In all of my frequent visits to this well, I've never once encountered another person prior to you." And, frankly, that was yet another reason why this interaction was niggling at her mind - her baffling sense of déjà vu as well as the other's inexplicable connection to the name 'März'...indeed, it all seemed too coincidental.

Nevertheless, she offers him a curtsy before straightening up and flashing him a polite smile. "I am Elisabeth." She doesn't give her last name for two reasons - the first being that she doesn't want to be affiliated with her nobility and the second being that there was a possibility that the other would recognize it. No, it was impossible - she is undoubtedly certain she's never met this man before, and so she states, mostly to prove to herself: "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting, Herr...?" She trails off, allowing him to finish for her with his aforementioned alias.