"Of course, I'm all right. Do I seem otherwise?" Baba's head tilted as she looked up at the Beauty. She was so very sensitive, wasn't she? Definitely interesting. The crone wanted to push the young woman to see where when there'd be a fight, conflict. It was a twisted curiosity, but it was there all the same. How could this one charm a savage beast?
"I'm Red." She held out her hand to Beauty. "I understand this is how it is done here. You shake the other person's hand firmly. You scoff at anyone who kisses it. Or that could be what certain women do, and you do not back down from intimidation." She rolled her eyes.
"They expect different things from women here." Her nose wrinkled; she'd hold out her hand until it was taken or until it looked like Beauty was uninterested. The book was still clasped tightly to her body. Baba was probably taking the silly thing home.