It was an odd thing. It was almost like her husband, but yet wildly different. Like a Menead would feel like, but older. It made her frown until she saw the woman. She had bits of memory of being in Hades, and meeting Dionysus' mother. But the Underworld could be odd, and belief could be odder.
She still smiled and approached the woman, extending her hands. "Welcome to my bar, and be welcome here." Respectfully she offered the greetings as one would give to a respected elder and family member, as well as a goddess. Ariadne had been borne to Royalty, so her etiquette had served her well on Olympus.