"I am." Kijani held out the broom to him. "I suppose you've been informed of that a bit late. You must be Leon. A pleasure to meet you." She stuck out her hand. Her nails were short, but manicured and buffed to a shine. Either she'd worn gloves while traveling, or she'd done her nails at some point. In fact, all of her seemed remarkably put together for someone who had presumably sent the day travelling. 

Kijani was a bit obsessive about her appearance, hating to be thought of as dirty or disheveled in any way. Meeting the son of the adults who were boarding her was an occasion where she needed to make the best impression.

"I apologize for..." She searched for a word to explain what she'd done. "My response. I was startled."