He was trying to watch for this child that may or may not have been on the train. There were not that many people, but enough for him to not search every face. They came and they went, all knowing exactly where they were heading too. He was about to look at the ones who trailed behind when there was a tug again. "Hey! Can you not see I'm busy 'ere??" He looked at his goat friend and waved his hand to make it let go of his coat. When he looked up again there was one remaining person. She was young, the age matched up. He frowned more as he saw his daughter but something else too.

"Guess it's true then." He took a deep breath and walked over. He cleared his throat and kept a tight hold on the leashes. "You Mabel, are ya? Guess that makes me your grandfather. You can call me Thomas or Tom." He held out his hand to shake hers.