[She looks... utterly unimpressed. Why shouldn't she? 'Rare gem' her very fine Twili derriere.
Except as she's getting a better look at him, something... seems... off.

...Where's his armour? The head piece, too intricate for his deserving? The skin that's kind of like this olive green that looks awful? ...Did he grow more facial hair?

Hand at her chin, her gaze is so intense that she could practically bore holes into him. No. It can't be. It looks like him, but it isn't...? It's like it would be him if he were a normal man, which just irritates Midna all the further.

But she has to ask. And her questions are more important than his own, but she'll answer him anyway.]

I'm conducting research. You don't know me? Don't recognise me in any way? You don't recall any trips across a meadow or into a dark realm where you convinced a fish mask to usurp a throne?

[Yes. She's very professional.]