[ Philip's social interaction skills aren't so much lacking as lagging, creaking rustily with the noise of practice that has been sadly absent for too long.

He stumbles through bits of information like a script he's trying to remember, only becoming aware of the introduction's missing half as Evelyn extends her hand.

At least he's quick enough to pick up that cue. ]

Pleasure to meet you.

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...They're here and back there on this floor, I think-- I think there's a couple empty ones right over there.

[ Everything is accompanied with appropriate gesturing and Philip steps roomwards, the implicit question being if she'd care to follow. ]