[Pyrrha blinks at the man's extended hand.] O-oh...

um... [She wasn't prepared for such familiar contact to be initiated! One who has lived as a servant in her time does not simply shake a man's hand... What kind of woman would that make her?? A bit flustered, the blonde nervously dips into a polite curtsey, rather than take his hand.]

P- Pyrrha... My name is Pyrrha, sir.

It's... a pleasure to meet you.