She's been circularly around whether Fenris has any other skills with the elf she's familiar with enough to know that protesting he might have another use isn't going to produce any useful results. "I'm glad to hear you'd be willing to help."

Once the door is pulled open for her, she steps inside cautiously -- her eyes scan the entrance as she walks through it, but she does have enough residual politeness left in her to murmur a quiet, "Thank you," to Fenris.