Elena allowed for plenty of room between herself and Garrett. She was always extremely cautious about personal space, because she was constantly mindful of the fragility of her skin. Anyone who didn't realize how easily she could be injured might think she was being somewhat vain. She was covered completely, usually head to toe, and wore a thin set of white gloves.
She offered the man a warm and friendly smile before reaching out to take his hand softly, "I am Elena, Galatea if you prefer that." Once again, that mask of kind hospitality fell over her. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but but found it to be a pretty annoying habit. Maybe, someday, she might want to be angry at someone and be able to focus her rage on them instead of smiling and nodding. She hoped that she could eventually work through that, but now she just accepted it and moved on.
"I was going to spend some time in the common room. Would you like to join me?" The question tumbled out of her mouth before she could filter it. The most difficult part of trying to change her behavior was suppressing the instinct to ask if there was anything she could do to help better his stay. This wasn't some vacation trip. They were both here until the people upstairs decided they were going to be somewhere else.