Instinct for introductions had her automatically offering forth her disengaged and shaky hand, the one not holding the tea he'd handed her that is, but only fleetingly. She'd swiftly brought it back to herself before he might have considered greeting it, curling her fingers, having rethought the gesture... after all, it wasn't so long ago that those hands were used for frozen misdeeds instead of warm little niceties. "You don't want to touch me." She'd said, scoffing at herself, though not one syllable for him was mean or unkind, in fact, they were more so morose than anything--who in their right mind wants to touch the monster who did that to them? Her eyes glanced at the bandage.
And then she stole a seat where ever one might be. Maybe that eye contact thing would work out better later on. Maybe when she didn't feel as guilty. Which meant basically never.
"My name's Lily. We haven't met before. But I'm sure we're going to know each other for a long time now."