"Oh, sorry," Anna says, without bothering to actually sound sorry at all.

"So you're the much-discussed Meg."

Anna leans down a little to get a closer look.

"You're shorter than I remember you being," Anna says, after a moment. "But possibly I'm just used to factoring in that pedestal he keeps you on."

Possibly Anna's not good at remembering to factor in that she herself is taller than she used to be in Milliways.

But it's probably mostly the pedestal.

"What is it about you?"

Anna cocks her head, studying Meg.

"Oh, you're pretty. You’re very pretty, but he won't care about that. I gather you're smart, about some things anyway. And you're a believer, but my brother's known a lot of believers over the centuries.

"So what's so special about Meghan Margaret Ford?"