Hebe turned a beatific smile on her half brother. She always did have a fondness for Hermes. He was one of the more well known (and therefore more powerful) servants of the gods but a servant he was nonetheless. They'd spent many an hour grumbling and commiserating their lots in life together.
At first she hadn't realized who he was and at first she'd been annoyed at his intruder. He was one of Hera's lovers or something for all Hebe knew. Her annoyance died when he began talking though and she realized that he was one of them. That annoyance turned curiosity turned into pleasure when she realized exactly who he was. "Hermes. How have you been? Do you know who I am?" she asked warmly.
He was looking good which didn't surprise her. His image was plastered everywhere flowers were sold and his caduceus was one of the most well known and popular symbols in the world. Through those two things alone, people would never forget Hermes even if they didn't know who the staff belonged to or who the wing footed messenger was.