The hug had Lea stepping back, but the machinist recovered quickly and returned it. "That would be lovely, thank you," she said, moving into the space. "This is Cersei, I imagine? Hey there, pretty lady." Lea offered the beautiful child a wide grin, but Cersei only scowled, turning away.
Well, wasn't that familiar?
"You're holding up much better than you made it sound, hon," Lea continued, unperturbed, "Where's Tyrion?"