She rises when she finds herself with company. In part, it's manners. In part, it's to be on her feet if there is trouble. But raising a hand over her chest, she bows in greeting. The world may be chaos, but she did not have to forget decency. The pearls sway from her temple rings that keep her wimple and veil in place as she straightens.

"Not as yet. But I suspect it is only a matter of time." There is a resignation to her tone about it. "But so far, most come in good faith. I hope you do the same?"