Emmeline gave him a careful smile. "Hello," she greeted. "As well as can be expected. And you? I'd imagine you're overworked," she said, smile turning a bit wry.
She gestured toward the seat across from him. "Sit, please," she offered. Emmeline was used to largely circulating in pureblood circles. The choice of diner had been deliberate, but she couldn't deny a small part of her that was a bit impishly amused at dragging the very-composed, very proper Greengrass heir out to a muggle diner that specialized in a fry up.
Emmeline was alert, but she didn't really expect this would end in violence. Alexander had, if she was right, had opportunity for that. If she wasn't, then he'd never been anything but polite and respectful, and perhaps a bit admiring. "It's nice to see you," she added, genuine, if guarded.