Joe's attention was captivated by that young female passenger who had just stepped down from Third class and now simply stood there. She was quite pretty, in that honest hard working way, but more than that, Joe thought that he knew her. Her looks and something about how she carried herself sparked a memory in him. The boiler that powered his brain wasn't quite up to steam at the moment, so her name wasn't right there, so there was nothing for it but to ask. He approached.

"Apologies Miss," Joe touched the brim of his cap with his fingers out of politeness. Joe's mother had insisted that her sons treat women - any woman - with respect. "I feel like I know you. Are you local or just visiting?" Joe asked, trying to give his brain a chance to catch up.