See, he's appropriately dressed, was the first thought in her head upon setting eyes on her date, which perhaps was rather telling of something, but she ignored it. There was a kind of casual charm about him which she appreciated, even if it did little to alleviate that awkward feeling that had settled in. She was just about to stand to greet him when he was suddenly across from her, and she shifted slightly in her seat, pushing some hair back from her face to expend the energy she had been readying. Perhaps that was another thing particular to her social world? There they all seemed terribly accustomed to cheek kisses and handshakes, not the type of people who just blindly sat down. She pushed the thought aside.
"Thank you," she replied, never one to turn down a compliment. "Just a few minutes. I was convinced I was going to get lost. It's… a little hard to navigate." It begin the muggle world, of course. Politically and socially she had little opposition to being there, but for her it was rather like visiting a foreign country. On the way there she had very nearly pulled her wand out to help her with directions before she suppressed the urge and pushed it back down into her bag.