Violet’s eyes went wide and she may have squeaked a little bit when she saw him. Dear gods and Merlin and satan alike - he had a beautiful body. She nodded, trying to find her voice and then sort of stumbled out, "My suit’s under my jeans," and then she realized she hadn’t even said hello!
Good gods she was terrible at this sort of thing, far too much of an awkward, nerdy mess. "Sorry, I, hello," she said lamely.
"I’m doing okay," she said, grateful he had just sort of naturally moved the conversation on. "Getting ready to hit the road in a day or two, Mr. Webster has me set up with dozens of press opportunities around Europe." She shrugged, following him, she was sure this was all old hat to him.