Looking to Harry as he approached, she smiled beautifully as she moved into a perfect curtsy of her own greeting.<br/><br/>"Good day, sir. I've no idea how you might help the lady here..." She motions to the driver of the carriage, then looks back to Harry, still smiling beautifully.<br/><br/>"But might you perhaps tell me if you've seen a gentleman about? He's got dark hair, like mine, light eyes as well. But of course, he's quite a bit taller than me..." She giggles softly, shaking her head at the silliness of the question, sending her black curls bouncing around her cheeks.<br/><br/>"I'm waiting for him..." She nodded, still smiling, hopeful that her brother was at least seen -in- town. She would, of course, wait for him forever, as excited to see him as she was.