Draco's instincts were far too on edge after all these years to not notice someone approaching him, but he was also careful enough not to show it when it wasn't a hostile approach. This was Rae, so her moving towards him did not make him nervous in the least. He was still fond of her, and the fact that she now enjoyed a position on the Wizengamot - the group of people who might well be responsible for the direction of his future relatively soon, whether he accepted their judgment of him or not - certainly didn't hurt his opinion of her.
"And you," he said, amused. He slowed his pace to allow for a relaxed, companionable exit of the bank, and perhaps a stroll down the Alley, depending on where she was headed. "You look well."
She did. Compared to most of the war-harrowed folk he saw everywhere these days, at least. He supposed the majority of wizarding Britain were simply moving on with their lives, but the people he paid attention to were trying to find their bearings. He wasn't sure if Rae had come out of the war unscathed, but she looked like she was handling it better than some.