The blonde smiled at the Amberien and curtsied with the hem of the snug white dress she'd gone out in.  There was still a tear at the hip line, though she'd had the wound in it healed before ariving.  (Damned random encounters.  Inconcvenient things.  Make you late for dinner.)  "Well met."  Her smile had dimples in the fine cheekboens, it was warm, and came to her naturaly.