He takes her hand, pulling himself to his feet with only minimal effort. "Ah-- Thank you, my dear. You are very kind."

The exchange is carefully casual on both ends. For Garak's part, it's a combination of accounting for human social procedures while trying to feel her out. For Natasha... Well, he can't say just yet, but he thinks he might have an idea. A vague one, but it's a start.

"I should apologize for almost running you over just now." He dusts himself off before fixing her with an almost rueful smile. There's something equally careful, equally studied, about the way the expression works its way across his reptilian features. "May I treat you to something? They have coffee here, if I'm not mistaken."