[I hate this, but she's honestly a little charmed by him just declaring them friends. But also, none trust. Crossing her arms and coming inside, but just waiting near the door.]

Time will tell. It is more desirable to be a friend of the Daughter of the Ninth than a foe, but my regard is not earned so easily.

[This raw shit is slightly undermined by how much she's hovering uncomfortably like a dorky freshman invited back to the dorm of a much cooler boy.]