[If there is one situation Elayne has spent her entire life training for, it's awkward chit-chat with someone who might turn out to be a mortal enemy. And she will be polite about it.

She corrects her posture subtly, shoulders falling perfectly into place as she smiles the sort of smile that one must sometimes put on to avoid causing offense.]

Then we ought to start with introductions, don't you think? I'm Elayne Trakand, Daughter-Heir of the nation of Andor. [No one here besides Nynaeve has heard of Andor, but why not impress with her full title? The situation seems to call for it.]