Her words of thanks don't earn any response from D other than a slight nod of acknowledgement. D had replaced the robe he was given on arrival with more familiar clothing, which had been conveniently and unnervingly placed in the bag he'd been given upon regaining himself. His sword, too, had been there for him, the long handle of the slightly curved long sword visible above his shoulder.

The only hint of color on his person was the blue pendant around his neck and the dark brownish red of the welcome bag, worn at his side and barely visible beneath the dark, heavily patched coat. D was clearly dressed both for travel and for ease of movement in a fight, there were even silver spurs on his boots.

"I'm D." He answered, entirely ignoring the offered hand and offering no indication of why he wasn't shaking her hand. "I just arrived. Is this place very different from the world you remember?"