[ He turns to look in response to his name. There's nothing specific he is expecting with this meeting, but perhaps a withered-looking woman is not it. At least some of the resources of the Citadel may greatly improve her disposition as time goes on.

Ah well...suppose appearances could often be deceiving. ]

Indeed.

[ Emet-Selch quirks a curious eyebrow at the offering of a handshake; It's not often someone offered him such a gesture, as normal as it may seem to many. But he shakes her hand regardless in the same way that a haughty royal might do. ]

Allow me to welcome you to Achamoth. I see my retainer has seen to your safe arrival.