Tina's far too unused to the ease-going way people seemed to have about people here. Something like this would be brushed past and forgotten within moments in the city, by wizard and no-maj alike. It's a friendliness she always felt was reserved for her sister so the mild surprise that crosses her features isn't too unexpected.

She tucked her hair behind her hair before stepping forward and grasping the offered hand. "Tina Goldstein," She responded evenly, her nose scrunching up in thought about meditation. "Meditation wouldn't work for me even on a good day," she commented with some humor, "but I always thought it didn't involve moving." Then again, she knew very little about that at all.