She took the woman's hand for a quick, friendly handclasp, careful as she always was to limit the strength of her grip to that of a human.
"You are quite welcome. I did not recognize you when you came in, thought you might be new to the area; somebody should buy you a welcoming drink. I decided it should be me," she glanced around the bar at the few bikers determined enough to be out on a cold Monday evening, "before the local boys started a testosterone festival trying to get your attention. New to the neighborhood or to Preya?"