"Doctor," she says, and inclines her head slightly to him. She doesn't try to pronounce his name, wary of getting it wrong. There's no effort to move any closer to him or try to offer him a handshake, either; Irian is quite comfortable with the physical distance — not far apart enough to be impolite, and just close enough to converse without either of them having to raise their voices to be heard.

There's a moment's hesitance as she considers whether or not to give him her real name; eventually, she decides that she is not at any significant risk here from anyone knowing it. "Irian t'Aumne," she tells him. Commander of the Romulan Republic warbird Bloodwing, late of the Rihannsu Imperial Intelligence Service, known popularly even among other races of the galaxy as the Tal Shiar... but there's no reason to give him any of that information. Her rank, current and former, doesn't matter here, and she knows it.

"Are you a collector, then? Or a trader?" He seems to have some knowledge of the value of commodities, in any case.