Anxious? Maria pauses a moment in what could be surprised but shortly breaks into a little laugh. It earns her a few glances from the other initiates but she doesn't seem to mind.

"I think I might be. Honestly I've been trying to decide if I felt excited or something else. I guess anxious might be the best word for it."

She fiddles a moment with one of the lower buttons of her tailcoat. She had eschewed the dressed offered and kept to her preferred wear of pants. The tailcoat was a much nicer fabric than what she was usually used to and she couldn't help but fidget in it some. It felt lovely to wear but it was a definite reminder of things to come.

Her expression is gently sheepish once she forces herself to leave off of the fidgeting. He'd bowed so she does the same -- at least that is something she's more used to now.

"Maria Renard."