She doesn't start - she'd had a sense someone was nearby, although she doesn't look up until he speaks, her green gaze intent and watchful as she takes him in. She straightens calmly, fingers casually curled around the handle of a knife. Not at all what she wanted, but it would do in a pinch. One hip leans against the edge of the counter as she cocks her head and studies him. She's not outwardly projecting a threat but that subtle edge of readiness is there all the same.

"I'd be happy to, if someone will take the same courtesy with me. Do I have you to thank for this?"