After opening the door, Viatorus clears the way for Steve to come inside and make himself comfortable. To him the numerous layers are a reasonable precaution, especially for Steve, magic-less and ill-prone as he is. He helps Steve out as best he can, taking the coat, hat and gloves and taking them to the coat rack. Ingirun, meanwhile, watches, brow rising as she sees the stick of a man emerging from the bundle of clothes. But his greeting brings a bright smile to her face. How polite!

"Good afternoon," she returns, already an accent peeking through.

"U-Um." Viatorus steps back to them, gesturing between them. "Steve, this is Ingirun, my fiancée. I-Ingirun, this is my friend Steve."

Ingirun waits patiently for Viatorus to finish before turning her smile back on Steve and offering a hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Steve."