She watched some of the others gathering towards a group of uniformed people until they went out of the range of vision the train door allowed her. She was just trying to muster up the wherewithal to step out without being blinded when someone else came her way. She tugged her cap down again and studied him.

He was healthy looking. Very healthy looking which meant he probably wasn't from the slums. Maybe not even the Middle Plate. His crisp clothing made her feel a little self conscious about her own rags but she refused to let it show. What was she to make of this? He knew her name, she had no clue who he was--she she could neither see nor sense any sort of hostility from him.

After a small pause she nodded "And who are you?"