Her curtesy is consummately polite. Her hands holding in front of her, without reaching first, as she bowed her head in the bob of her body. Then lightly, she takes, her fingers so careful in not touching, moving as slow and obvious as possible in case it is not permitted to reach.

But then once she has it, she turns her head away, quickly and scurrying with it. Pinning it to her head haphazardly. It becomes clear, why the thing has escaped as it has - she doesn't seem very adept at it, even as important as it is. "Thank you." She says, her head still lowered, but more to do with making her task easier. That merciless way she drags her fingers through her hair to try and get it to stay.