Her whole face lit up. Her citizen, right here, in front of her. She can't resist the urge to fix his clothes and tidy his hair, mothering through and through. Her whole demeanor seems to change really. It was never that she was unwelcoming before, but the degree of familiarity changes as she takes up guardianship. He can surely care for himself but protecting him would come before herself now.

"I'm pleased to meet you then. I was just in Vancouver actually, for New Years, I celebrate at one coast and then the other. Mother Canada is no more me than Mother Russia, Marianne or Brittiania are their countries. Symbols, but not...the country." She frowns, "Though France uses Marianne as a human name sometimes."

Explaining this in a convoluted way is probably not helping, but realizing he is her own is certainly distracting.