The moves are mechanical, as she reaches down to gently take Jean-Claude's hand. She gives it a friendly squeeze, her hands encased in leather gloves, the knuckles packed with metal. Just as soon as the moment arrives, it passes, and she lets go.

"You do me a great honor, Jean-Claude. I'm proud to stand by your side tonight, and all nights past." There's a twinkle in her eye, but she's otherwise got her lips set in a firm line.