Elizabeth's smile grows a little wider in recognition of the greeting, but then her focus goes back to the ceremony before Norrell or Childermass can snap at her for letting her attention wander-- not that they cared for Abigail, but it was probably the principle of the thing or something aggravating and pompous.

Once it's over, Elizabeth is, again, on the fringes of the Daybreak crowd, obviously watching to see when it would be a good time to give Abigail a brief congratulations and then flee the scene. Plenty of time for her to be approached, given Abigail was predictably swarmed after the rite was over.

"I liked that it was straightforward, not a whole lot of gesturing and pontificating?" Elizabeth offers with a grin. "But I suppose we as a collective are all for getting straight to the point, streamlining these kinds of rituals, right?" At least, her experience had been that there wasn't a lot of flourish going on. Practical magic, so to speak.