Eh, she wouldn't be the first person today to come in. At least for both their sakes, the soldier hears the girl approaching before she's greeted. Though, instead of in her normal armour that Aira might have seen around, she's in more casual clothes: a work dress in shades of blue under an apron, her long green hair pulled back underneath a white scarf dotted with yellow flowers. It doesn't hide her face much at all, but it does keep the strands from getting in the way.

Even though she doesn't know the newcomer, Nephenee's in a far more relaxed mood than if she'd been caught unawares or outside - this may not be her personal kitchen, but baking therapy is A Thing, and she's good at it - and she smiles warmly.

"Ah...thank ya, miss." There's a light hesitance there in the country drawl, but she's getting more used to this. "Ah think the locals would call it 'shortbread'? It's a treat from back home."