"Terrible manners as always, I see," Dia mutters halfheartedly, stepping back to place her bag by the entrance and hang up her coat. Then there's her shoes -- she hadn't even gotten the chance to take them off. Honestly... Saying she didn't enjoy Mari's showers of affection would be a bold-faced lie, but as with everything, some semblance of order is necessary. She couldn't possibly just show up and jump right into-- that.

"I'll gladly accept that tea, thank you. It's rather chilly outside at this time of evening, you know."