-Now THAT is a proper, civil greeting.- Laurin thought as her instinctive mannerism demanded she present her right hand's knuckles and fingers to Lorraine's open palm. Ofcourse she obliged that demand, but her second reaction came mid-deposit as she realized the irony of not being able to escape the rain. Her act disturbed the bustier and more importantly its contents. Though Laurin turned slightly, it was not enough to compensate completely for the reach. Briefly, more flesh crept over the side than usual. "Laurin. Laurin Sykes." Something... felt off about this one. Surely it had the texture of a practiced soldier, but something still felt strange.