Persephone gladly took his arm, and when she did, she noticed how he seemed to brighten up a little. It was quite sweet, and she blushed just the slightest as they began to walk. The train pulled into the station, the puffs of white steam all around it creating an almost-magical ambience, and Persephone felt a pep in her step as they gave their bags (except her messenger, she kept that) to a porter. Once they were at a door to enter, Persephone had Donald give her a hand up the steep steps (she hadn't gotten around to buying those flat-footed boots yet and still wore heeled ones) and smiled as they stood at rather close quarters inside the narrow hallway. "Where to?" she asked, not knowing what class Donald had booked tickets for them in. She didn't have a preference at all, just so long as they had a window she could watch the scenery out of.