She didn't move to shake his hand; while she was familiar with the human gesture and recognized it as their version of a polite gesture of greeting, it had always struck her as slightly awkward. Rihannsu attached a little more importance to touching hands.

There was a moment's pause at the question, and then her brows went up. Had no one taught him any more tact than to simply come right out and ask someone what are you?

... Perhaps not. Or perhaps he was just curious. But a Rihannsu child, she thought, would have known better.

"You may call me Irian," she said finally, after another hesitation. Foolish, perhaps, offering her given name so quickly, but he had given her his, and despite the expected human carelessness with names, her own honor required her to return like for like.

"And my people are named Rihannsu, although the Federation still seems to prefer 'Romulan' instead." She'd moved further into the room as she spoke, glancing around. Federation starships had always seemed almost palatial in comparison to all of the ships she herself had served on; even the guest quarters here were larger than she was used to. But then, this was the Federation's flagship; how could they not be?

She turned to glance back at him, thinking of how young he seemed, and how was she to deal with a child, anyhow?

"Do you always ask personal questions of strangers?" It wasn't chiding, not really, but she was out of her depth and it may have been showing a bit.