The lass clasped her own cup with all the careful attention of someone who considered its contents a gift, and of course one she was reluctant to spill. Posture equally still and polite, she nodded her undertanding - both of the advice and the offered title.

"It's nice to meet you, Iroh," she answered, evidently unbothered by the lack of any last name. Perhaps it was because she was without one herself, for her response was, "My name is Naminé."

With that done, she finally took a curious, cautious sip of her tea. Her thoughtful hum thereafter sounded pleased enough, mouth curling at the corners. Her attention, nevertheless, seemed more readily directed at her company, as it didn't take much time for her to speak up again. "Have you been here long, Iroh...? I don't think we've met before, even in passing."