[ Out of the corner of his eye, he keeps track of her motion. Simply so he doesn't miss her gaze– it would be impolite. Or maybe the directness would. He isn't sure where she's from; that's why he's here to begin with. ]

Fair enough.

[ Logical then, and straightforward. November catches the moment she looks over and meets her with a tilt of his head, expression genial. Just shy of neutral. It wouldn't do to be overtly friendly. ]

I wanted to introduce myself. Seeing as we'll all be working together, it seemed appropriate to. [ A pause, and then a short laugh. ] Of course, this is the old fashioned way.

[ Another flash of a smile before he half-bows. The polite, perfunctory kind he's done in the presence of royalty. ] You can call me November.