"Doctor," she said in greeting, and when she set her fingertips in his hand, it was with a curtsey that looked natural from her. It was, in point of fact, although she'd gotten out of the habit of curtseying over the last two years or so. If she'd thought about it, she would have attributed her old-world manners to the dress she was wearing. It had the same shape as some of the ones her sisters stuffed her into, lifetimes ago, back in Paris.
"My name is Honour," she said when she rose. "For the next time it looks like I might bump into you!" The smile was still sheepish and embarrassed, but warming all the same. "It's quite a night, isn't it?"