"Thank you," Anne barely more than whispered, and she sat down awkwardly. She wished she could sit by the window, so that she could look out at the passing landscape, but that would require her to sit right opposite from the man and she didn't want to invade his space more than necessary. He looked like the professional type, and she was rather intimidated in her old fishlass clothes. Her eyes glanced at the newspaper he had been reading, then stealthily they flashed over the gentleman, having nothing more interesting to look at. Anne still wondered why the man's face looked familiar.