She woke with a start, only to realize her brother must have been startled by the whistle of the train as it pulled into Whitby and slowly came to a stop. Her heart was in her throat and she craned her neck, "Are we here? Whitby?" And there was confirmation in the form of a snarky sentence she wasn't quite sure she heard nor cared to address. She lay her hand on his arm and murmured, "We're finally here. Let us get our things and find a place to rest and eat for a time. There must be some place kosher." She hoped.