She'd found her voice, but eloquence, tact, and her social skills had seemingly escaped her. She continued to gawk at him as he spoke, trying to take in his words but not really doing so.

"N-No," she stammered, shaking her head a little too stiffly as he held out his hand. She stared at it for a moment before reaching out and taking it—but not without visible hesitation. "Not a wife." (Didn't the brothers know their brothers' wives?) "I'm Miss Scrimgeour." In the moment she didn't consider that he wouldn't know who she was or why she was here; surely Mr. Malcolm MacFusty would have told them that much.

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