She quietly reached her umbrella back up and against her shoulder, opening and fanning it. For someone whose mind went to such dark places, she certainly enjoyed frilly things. Then again, appearances could be deceiving. The jerk of his head was met with a nod from her. She'd make a note of the name, though she rarely had use to actually communicate using them for obvious reasons. It was still handy to have something to mentally file away.

The lack of handshakes was for the best. She wasn't a touchy feely sort. Smile away, sure, but physical contact and closeness were unpleasant things outside of conflict and battle.

A moment's consideration and she looked around, as if trying to decide something. Turning back to him, she inclined her head. It was very much an 'is there anything else' sort of gesture.