"I've had far worse," Lily says, "first impressions, I mean."

There's a brief brittleness to her then, but only for a split second - she uncrosses her arms and smiles, just a little, taking the offered hand to shake it. Her grip is firm and she's pleasant enough - when she settles back again it's with only one arm crossed, more casual than before.

"I'm Lily. Lily Potter." She gets it out without incident, which feels like progress.