In the process of cleaning and polishing, Seoraj wipes what he's doing and his hands before he sets it aside and rises - and there's a lot of him - to greet her, open and amiable enough without crossing into anything that's out of place as a professional. "That'd be me," he says, taking her in at a glance and reserving judgement; he's seen stranger things than pretty women coming into his forge, recently, and Integra was damned effective as a crash course in the competence of the woman warrior around here. "What can I do you for, ma'am?"