His smile is faint, but present in his eyes. It looks like there's a little rust on it still, someone either not used to showing that kind of emotion at all - or merely showing it genuinely. When she paces him he nods, which passes for a 'nice to meet you' in stoicese. He leads him northeast, towards the bridge to Echomire, and the little shops that little the area before it becomes deserted on the other side of the river.

"Nice handiwork."