"Verity." Her gaze lifts to meet his finally, and yes, she shakes hands with him. The answer to his question is probably that sorrow in her eyes. Living with the thing you can't live with sucks.

After their handshake she offers her hand to Jasmine, low enough to not be threatening and palm up. "Hello, Jasmine." Kitty can sniff and wonder what all those weird and exotic scents are if she'd like. Verity smells like different kinds of magic, cooking, and chao. Good luck figuring that out.

"You're assuming there are only two options."