As she walked in the room, she almost immedieatley began to take him in, he was a blank canvas, but even those of perfect facades had tells, and she would find them.
Giving a stiff smile, she took his hand, a rather strong grip for a petite woman, but she'd learned to hold her own in a man's world, something her mother had never been able to understand. "Mr Nott." She responded just as cordially, there would be no need to hold hostility, at least until it was determined how the meeting would go...
When he gestured at the chair, she gave it a look, before giving a small head nod, her body stiff, face blank. "Of course." She nodded, moving to sit gracefully in the chair.