[ None of this is turning out how she expected. When she opens the door he's easy to notice since there's no one else present; the small heel of the shoes that are attached to the body suit make a sound as she walks to meet him and she finds herself surprised. No weird two-finger claw grip that she'll be holding, but apparently a hand just as well as her own.

The blood is what catches her eyes first, long before she lets her eyes meet his. The rest of his appearance is taken in quietly, subtly but perhaps noticeable to him because of his nature. She's not rude about it and she's unsure what's natural and what might be part of this... place.

She offers her hand first, although not intended in the way she'd suggested earlier. For now, it's a greeting. ]

I'm Jill. [ Her head tilts slightly when she smiles; warm, inviting. Reassuring. ] Haven't been to too many of those classes or anything, but I guess I'm a Witch so we can... I don't know, bond somehow? So this should be easier on you, right?

[ She doesn't invite herself to sit beside him, but she might if he doesn't first. ]