A handshake? That's...cute. Unusual, a bit, but she'll go with it. She shrugs her bag onto her shoulder and shakes his hand, far less clumsy but just as awkward, because-- well, there's no way to make it not, in this situation.

"A week?" She looks a little surprised, eyebrows lifting. "Very industrious of you."

Between drags on cigarettes and probably predictably awkward first interaction moments, something Simon might notice is that despite the airy, aloof demeanor, and despite the fact that she is indeed fae, she's also making an aggressive attempt to act normal. Or rather, to act human. Jobs, coffees, taking the train -- normal things that normal people do. She knows what she is, and she knows that there's something strange about him, too. But that doesn't mean she has to give a fuck about it.

"Also going," she adds, shrugging a bit. "Taking a permanent vacation from work."

In other words, sacked. Another very normal thing.