No, I wasn't looking for you. Who are you? I was - what?

Who's Pete and why would I - what?! [He stands still a moment, halfway between stunned and confused and scandalized as he slowly worked out just what she was talking about. He took a half step back, still unsure how to respond to what had just happened. Maybe he could just try to pretend it hadn't happened.]

I, umm. The place I'm looking for might be called Madame Red's?