"I… can imagine," Handy conceded, squinting at the mare, unsure of what to make of her as she turned back to her book. They sat there in awkward silence for some time. Awkward for Handy at any rate. She wasn't a guard, didn't know who or what he was, and didn't as much as blink when she first saw him. Even more bizarre was she didn't seem to care either. It was at least a few minutes before they heard the squeal of the engine as the train shuddered to life once more and chugged along the rail lines.