He did not appear to have heard her at first, as he bend to pick up a thing of munny that one of the Crimson Jazzes had dropped. He simply had no desire to work with her.

"I am not hunting them, Ami," he said, finally looking at her again. "Or do you go by some other name when cloaked so."

Flea had not but... he had always been very open about what he was under all those illusions and enchantments. Ami was, at least, keeping the same form.