He followed her, wanting to use it as an excuse to avoid the rain. As he shook it out of his long hair, he eyed her with a raised brow. "Your father didn't even bother to try to set you up ahead of time? Whether with a job or a room to stay in? I believe he really does hate you." He smirked and raised a hand to guide her towards the owner to ask for her room. "Where do you come from? Perhaps what you think is cheap is a nicer place than this." He couldn't figure out her status. A governess should have meant she had some teaching, but she clearly didn't seem like she was from even a middle class. No carriage. No preparations. She was a mess and easy to be taken in by someone if she wasn't careful.