"Why, thank you!" the Scarecrow said with a bright smile as he was not only joined at his table, but complimented as well. He didn't think of himself as much of an artist, but it was a little comforting to have some semblance of his friends before him, especially since he had no idea how long it would be until he could truly see them again. How long had Abe said his body probably had? Seventy years? He didn't expect he'd be trapped that long- surely he could think of some way out of his predicament in that amount of time.

The Scarecrow tapped his pen to the paper a few more times, stealing a couple of glances at his new acquaintance- he got the odd sort of feeling he'd seen her before, but couldn't place where. The Institution wasn't a huge place like the Emerald City; he'd probably spotted her in the halls once or twice in passing.

Still, that notion it was something else wasn't going away. "I don't suppose we've met before," he said, offering the lady his hand. He briefly considered giving her his pseudonym, but then realized that if he did already know her, she'd probably be more confused with two names than if his only one was more fitting of his previous form. "I'm Scarecrow."