So we have a smarty-pants. And a show off, she observes with some amusement. But she's still chipper.

"Not a big fan of them, myself," she answers, if only because her mood is up. Her smile is wry and slight, as if privy to some private joke. "But I'll leave that to the experts."

She shrugs then, looking at him and taking him in. "Anyway, I'm no good with the whole welcome flag thing. I'll leave that to the experts, too. I think there's a handbook somewhere."