It's nice to meet you, Sherlock. [ She shakes his hand, firmly. Her palms and fingers are callused from long months and years of archery and swordplay, quite in contrast to the relative softness of her appearance, with her long(er than in her icons) hair back in a loose braid, and that dress.

She steps back, briefly propping her hands on her hips and looking around before bringing her gaze back to him. ]

Can you think of anywhere you'd like me to show you? The Battle Dome is pretty far from here, but I could take you as far as the ocean, if you'd like to see it.