That gets a warmer smile, and a sheepish shrug. It still feels weird, not to worry about it so much, but there's enough justification in her mind for it that she doesn't feel too guilty.

"You too," Even if it doesn't seem the same for him, what with the rather noticable eyes, "My name's Steph."

She takes a seat next to him, offering her hand, even if that might be a bit superfluous when they've already met. Sometimes her manners show up in odd ways.