"You're welcome," she replies promptly; manners are important even dealing with strangers. She cocks her head with a swish of short-cut hair as she studies Matt, lifting an arm. "If you want to sit at my table until you get used to it you may. I can walk you there, or you can take my hand."

Sinthia sometimes leaves out the more active verb of that pair, being that she's used to teleporting and it doesn't really bother her to do it, nor does it make her sick. Other people are not a large enough group for her to really draw a conclusion on that from, either. "What metallic smell?"