(02-05-2021, 12:55 AM)Pearl Carrington Wrote: Startled, the young miss looked up toward the voice that was addressing her. "I am fine, thank you for asking," she said, lying through her teeth and even managing a smile of appreciation. But her lips gave the barest of trembles and her eyes shone with unshed saline. "I am just waiting for my maid to come back to me so we can go home." She didn't know why she was even telling the bloke that much... It wasn't like she knew him. Of course, she hardly noticed men anymore since Pony up and disappeared. Even further, with the way her brothers acted toward her, she wasn't even sure she wanted to be around this kind soul who'd simply asked after her.

By all rights and conventions, Joe should have taken his trolley and rolled on, but in that moment he decided not to.  This was a young lady, well-to-do by her clothes - she even had a maid - but here she sat alone and maybe about to cry. Now was his chance to do what the Sunday sermon said he should do and to give aid and comfort to the widows, the children, and young women alone at the railway station.  

"You know, most people at Whitby Town station is 'appy.  They're 'appy to be back to family or to see the seaside.  They can also be 'appy to be goin' away from family or on a grand adventure.  But your the saddest person here today, if you pardon the observation, Miss.  I can push off if your okay, but I can stay 'til the maid returns. Should you need to talk.  If you want to, that is."