She was carrying her thing. Which made it cumbersome when he reached his hand out and said, "nice to see you again" because her hands were full. She bobbled a bit, because her thing was heavy and she didn't want set it down without care.
Not just to take his hand. She'd learned too much to do that.
So she teetered her thing on the edge of her hip, juggled the notion of full disclosure, and chose thinly veiled sharing instead. Maybe he was taken aback or put off. But she had little time for gratuitous prepositions, so she juggled her thing and managed to say hello, and if he was looking for anything more than that....well, then he would have to wait until she was just a little bit more balanced.
She said, "you don't even know me."
So he said, "Nice to meet you."
And she said, "Welcome to my blog."