Cimorene smiled when he answered the door and, out of instinct maybe, ducked into a little curtsy that was far from perfect according to her teachers', but was probably impressive by the 21st century's diminished curtsy standards. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Wesley." She wasn't exactly sure what the outstretched hand meant; handshakes weren't commonplace in her world, and she wasn't really one for men kissing her hand. To be polite, though, she took it lightly as though he were leading her inside, and stepped in.
"Oh, no more trouble than I've had navigating the rest of this place," she said, smiling.