A hand starts to move to dismiss the need for bowing, especially when the girl already has such a burden, but she's too slow. So Sophia settles for a small smile, fondly glancing at Wunjo when he flaps his wings and twitters his praise for his new singing partner. (He thinks your voice sounds just fine.)

"He gets very enthusiastic, so he must have liked your song, miss. And there hasn't been much music lately.." For obvious reasons. Sophia presses on, before a pause makes that comment awkward. "I couldn't hear it very clearly over him, but, what are you singing?"