*She's resumed her disbelieving stare, too caught up in bewilderment to even return his unusually respectful bow (to make up for his behavior, she wonders? As if that would just smooth everything over?) with a nod of her own.*

Thrust...? Tell me why you have acted in this manner. *her speech is more formal, the sort she uses with someone she's just met... because she's not sure if she really knows what just happened here. Her voice is emotionless; simply soft, and somewhat distant*