Music flooded her ears and Daphne let her feet tap to the beat all the while keeping her hips in check. There was no need to dance and make a spectacle of herself in front of people she barely knew. As she shook Gwen's hand she turned her eyes towards Piper and smiled kindly. "You could do that," remarked the twelve year old before her attention was brought back to Gwen.

Blinking, she removed her hand reigning all impulses to wipe it clean with antibacterial wash, pull out her wand, incarcerate the girl and declare that she had been touched indecently. "Thank you," replied Daphne solemnly, hazel eyes analyzing the girl's face.

For all she knew, Gwen could be the daughter of absent medical parents who paid very little attention to their older daughter devoting their attention and love to the youngest leaving this girl a tantrum away from snapping and becoming a mass murderer who disfigures her victims due to never being able to quite keep up with her parents ridiculous expectations of her.

"You have..." Crazy eyes? A menacing smile? A threatening aura? "A very solid handshake."