Chiana grins at his description of herself - she likes to think she is, too. Not a lady, but unique and singular, for sure, even when she isn't stuck in a hotel full of Earthans.

"That's a mouthful," she remarks, and stands on the edge of the fence (her balance is pretty good) to give him a bow - and an eyeful of her corsetted cleavage, while she's at it, black eyes shining as she watches him. It's not exactly like any human bow, but it does involve a spread of her arms and the tilt of her upper body forward, so it's still easily recognisable. "I'm Chiana."