Persephone noticed Donald was staring at her and blushed, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear in a bashful motion. "What sort of business?" she asked, hoping to continue on a conversation as they waited for the train. A whistle blew in the distance, most likely an approaching train (hopefully theirs), and a light breeze swept through this open side of the station. Persephone brushed aside tendrils of her hair that blew in her face as she waited for an answer, but when this came to no avail, she rummaged through her messenger bag in a manner careful not to move things too out-of-place and drew out a blue hair ribbon. When she tied her hair up in a bun, it brought out the color of her eyes, and a young man around Persephone's age whistled at her as he swept the station floor. She laughed as he winked at her and she called, "Really, Devon?" As Donald most likely didn't know the young man, she murmured to her fiance, "My cousin, twice-removed."