(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jennings<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Stables<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lord Henry Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>Quarter after 2pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>A friendly Ear<br/><br/>Jennings realized early that she had walked in on a reverie, the way he was just staring, his eyes vacant and lost. He was in a memory or lost in deep thought. This troubled Jennings, she had never seen him linger so long in the stables before, and the fact that he didn't make his train this afternoon was not like him at all. Walking his horse into the stable she placed him in his stall and unsaddled him watching carefully out of the corner of her eyes for any clue to him noticing that she was there with him. It was odd for the first time in her life Jennings actually felt like she was the intruder. Taking a breath and inhaling the horses she took the tacking to the tack room and noticed on her way out he had been talking to her, well sort of....He hadn't actually looked at her yet, so she wasn't sure if he even knew he spoke.<br/><br/>She bit her lip, never having gone on the train before Jennings didn't quite know how to answer him, but then again the statement didn't seem to warrant an answer any how. He looked so lost and she felt almost sorry for him, she hadn't heard much except for the tiny bit of gossip when Katherine left, but even that seemed insufficient. She watched him deep in thought and slowly ventured closer, when he asked about Katherine she jumped back and nodded her head.<strong> "Of course sir, at least from what I saw."</strong>She noticed that he still hadn't exactly seen her and she bit her lip again wondering how one should navigate something like this. She was so much better with horses.<br/><br/>Coming closer she tentatively placed her hand on his arm.<strong>"Sir...Would you like a drink?" </strong>She asked tilting her head up to look at him, her's still flushed from being outside.<br/><br/>