"Seoraj." A nod; well met, apparently. Her own polished accent miraculously doesn't trip up the pronunciation of his name. There's silence after that, but it's easy, and after she's watched long enough to assure herself he's not going to murder her horse's hooves, she just... wanders off.

Well okay.

She's not gone for a terribly long time (just long enough to make a man wonder, not long enough to actually be annoying), and when she returns, she's got a brown paper box with gyros and fried potatoes, and two glass bottles of lemonade. She sets one bottle on the patio railing nearest to Seoraj's workspace, and then sits right down on the wooden area's edge to eat lunch. It's not a peace offering or a bribe (as by now it's obvious she needn't employ anything of the sort), but she'd feel rude without the gesture.