Illya said 'hi' back, not particularly surprised. For some reason, whenever she entered places that were supposedly deserted- deserts, caves of ancient evil, graveyards- there was always someone there to entertain her. It seemed like an inevitable part of her life. She didn't know if it was good or bad luck- but whatever it was, it was fine with her. Meat shields always came in handy.
"So what brings you to the Chess Graveyard, hmmm? You don't smell chessy, Mr...?"