He knew this woman standing before him. He remembered her from somewhere.
But he could not place it. He would be forced to ask her why she appeared to be so familiar to him, though considered that doing so might give off the appearance of too much interest in her presence. No, he would have to bide his time. Perhaps she'd not be around long enough to worry about. If she was in Windhelm longer than a day
or for another conversation
perhaps then he would ask her why he knew her face.
For now though, his current lack of knowledge would have to suffice.
She looked up at him expectantly. He hadn't been paying attention. She had been speaking, but his thoughts drifted while she did.
"Pardon my inability to pay attention, Breton," he said. "As you can well imagine, the impending war has my thoughts elsewhere at the moment."
"Of course, Jarl Stormcloak," she replied politely. "If you prefer me to return at another time
"No," he interrupted. "No, that'll not be nece