Lyubov, taking the cue that Erin clearly does shake hands with people regardless of gender, shakes her hand.

"Rov Morgenshtern," she says. "Uh. Rabbi Morgenshtern. Whichever, really. If thou mind'st not being on first-name terms with me, I'm also called Lyubov." She appraises Erin, and adds, "I think, at least, thou would'st call me Lyubov."

"What's like, nu, the occasion? Are we getting closer to a minyan?"

She sounds very hopeful, though she also looks like she knows she shouldn't be getting her hopes up too much. But Erin was looking for a rabbi in specific—