Phillip glances over at her, a little surprised by the comment but not enough to not shoot one of his natural charming smiles at her. "Do I?" he asks, taking her in curiously. He certainly doesn't recognize her from anywhere, but that doesn't mean he doesn't remind her of someone. Or that she can't use an old and tired excuse to start up a conversation. Honestly that's also just fine with him.

He really doesn't look like any kind of threat, dressed mostly like an artsy hipster with a variety of accessories that somehow kind of work, but then again looks don't necessarily mean a lot in magic. "Maybe I just have one of those faces." He absolutely does not.