Persephone's cheeks turned a little pink, but then inwardly scolded herself. What was she doing, blushing at a man's compliments? Then she reevaluated that thought and realized how silly it was. A compliment was a compliment, and she should be grateful for it. "Thank you," she said with a small smile and added, for lack of a better reply, "A pleasure to meet you, Doctor. What brings you to the pier this morning?" Persephone could feel a slight twinge in her ankle and cursed the fact that all the boots she owned had heels. Impractical and difficult, they were, but her parents hadn't allowed her to purchase any heel-lacking boots and because they were her only source of wealth (which Persephone didn't like much), she was stuck with these. She'd probably jolted it when she leaped on top of the wagon from the lamppost, but just hadn't noticed it until now. It was a faint ache, though, and so she ignored it, hoping it would go away soon.