She meets the nod of his head with a more pointed gesture. Without his hand between hers, she opts instead to place her palms to her chest, and lower her head in a sweeping bow that pools her skirts around her feet as she knows to greet others.

"It is an honour, sir." She means nothing but politeness by it. Her smile timid but there, her own fair share taking some of her unsurety and anxiousness away. Not that it makes her less reserved, but at least - she's not quite so terrified.