[ Era returns the smile; small and uncertain, but earnest all the same. It wavers at his comment on punctuality, leaving her to give a quick glance upward on reflex to gauge the time, then realizing the man is teasing her. Her smile returns, less tentative than before. ]

My apologies. I'll be sure to sync up our clocks next time. [ She bows politely in greeting and steps inside. Pointedly, she removes her dirty boots and places them near the door. Then, even more pointedly, she pulls out a pair of soft flats from seemingly nowhere and puts them on.

Footwear handled, Era takes off her jacket (revealing an outfit that contrast sharply with the watermelon monstrosity) and looks for a place to hang it. ]

Hello, Gladio. I've green tea leaves for you, as well as matcha. I wasn't sure which you would prefer.