Lyubov looks Daisy up and down, makes up her mind and nods back. Taking in Daisy's whole demeanour, she decides that an offer of a handshake might be pointedly rejected. Not that she thinks Daisy is necessarily stone, just that Daisy seems like she skips conventional social gestures by choice.

"Lyubov Morgenshtern," she says; from a seated position, it's hard to give the requisite bow, so she lays her hand over her heart and bows her head. "Thou may'st have heard others call me Lev, but to thee, I'm Lyubov. If thou'rt that curious about why, I might explain, but if thou care'st not, then I'm content to explain myself not."