[The look he gives her at "epidemiologist" shows that he's utterly mystified by the word, but he doesn't address it. He'll find out about the water pumps in the London slums later, perhaps. There is no shame in sharing a name with a great man who saved many lives.

The rest of what she's said is more important. It seems a little closer, somehow, to what wights are, and what he fears his people may become.]

How did the people do that to themselves?

[He seems as if he's about to continue the sentence, but hesitates.]

-- I'm sorry, I don't know whether to call you my lady, or Lady Marion, or Adamopolous.