Her smile spread as she took the bottle. The thought was more then kind and she felt warmed that he'd brought her something, "thank you. You are too kind. And trust me, I like most wines. It's the French part of me, I think." It wasn't a good joke but hopefully enough to break that ice and to see him relax and smile.
She felt like his superior and she wasn't. He fought and died for her, and she wanted to offer more then that cause she represented. She was more then that.
She felt that if he was ready to put his life on the line for her, he deserved to know all she was. Not just small parts. Smiling she closed the door behind him and motioned to the table, "please sit down."
She usually had no trouble in striking up a conversation. Small talk was usually easy for her. But what could she say that wouldn't sound corny or just plain odd. Especially after what he'd just gone through?
She had the advantage of her kitchen, where she poured the wine into two glasses. With a smile she moved into her dining room and set one before him before sitting down. "Dinner is warming up, should only be a moment. But I would like to ask what your name is. What you go by, what you go by when you're not being...you?" She smiled then, knowing she was being awkward. "And it's Libby."