"Sofia Hughes," she offers.

If Sylvia doesn't remember her, she doesn't care. Not really. She's here for another purpose.

"I was here, actually, to inquire about your campaign and position on whether members of the East End Pack ought to have a voice in the vote for president and vice president." She smiles, trying to keep her voice easy. "I know a lot of them approve of the work you've done, and that's a large vote you could be getting but has to be silent."