Sleeping Dragon Peridot

Portia huffs, sitting back up and staring down at the plant. "Good for childbirth," she tells him, glancing at the man curiously. "Relieves stomach cramps and things of that nature-- otherwise I'm not sure I've heard it be used for anything else." She squints at the plant one final time, but no names crawl into her mind. Oh well. 

She turns-- a little more fully-- to look to the man, her head dipping gently finally in a formal, respectful gesture. "I am Portia, by the way. It is a pleasure to meet you."