Abilene blushed when he caught her gaze and started heading over. Oh, Lord, she hadn't prepared herself to actually talk to him. "Miss Kildare?" Her hands were clasped before her, a basket holding a few things she'd bought hung over her wrist. "Yes," she replied, a bit nervous. "And you are Mister Willaby." Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink. "Er, am I right in assuming such?"