The sight that met her when the door opened, while she was expecting a girl clearly out of place in this modern town, was still a little bit of a shock. Claire was face to face with a princess -- Aurora had to be a princess. She cleared her throat, offering a friendly smile.
"Yeah," she said, nodding. "That's me. The pleasure is mine." Her own head dipped in greeting, unsure whether or not she should extend a hand to shake or not. Instead she kept her hands at her sides, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"Your dress is absolutely gorgeous." Claire couldn't help but comment. She'd been read fairy tales ever since she was a little girl, and Aurora looked like she'd stepped right out of one of them.