As much constrained by her armor as Laurin is by the limits of her bodice, Lorraine's rather courtly bow - utterly at odds with her scruffy appearance - is shallow, but sincere and might remind the knowledgeable of the old court manners of the Solamnic nobility. Mindful of Laurin's rather more delicate fingers, Lorraine's grip is light, albeit firm. "Honoured."<br/><em>*Well, that was dumb.... Perhaps no one noticed. It is not all that well-lit over here...*</em>Lorraine largely keeps her thoughts off her face, but for a slight flush of colour - old habits die too damn hard for her liking right now...