A friendly greeting deserves friendliness in return, and though Daenerys has been given little opportunity for it in quite some time, she has always been quite capable of being personable and kind. Though she cannot deny it's somewhat intimidating, to be approached by one so well armed without her knights or her dragons at her side, the woman has made no threat towards her. Indeed, she is nothing but courteous, and so Daenerys smiles and dips her head slightly in acknowledgement of the respectful curtsy.

"A pleasure, Miss...Bennet?" she replies, the lilt of a question raising the last syllable of her name. She was uncertain, if it was the proper way to address her, or if 'Miss Elizabeth' was more appropriate. "Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen. You're quite right, they're lovely islands. Magical, even. Still, lovely as they are, I object to being kidnapped, as I imagine we all do."

She canted her head slightly and gestured with her free hand, indicating the weaponry dotting her person, a sword and another thing she did not recognize save for that it had the look and feel of weapons. "It would appear you came prepared for battle. That may well be to your advantage. One can only guess at what the purpose of our abduction was, or the nature of our captor."