She turns to him, panic starting in her eyes "How far until ..."  She starts digging for her tickets "I can never remember the name of the station."  She looks to her pile of books.  "it must be in there."  She starts to reach across him a time or two before realizing there is no polite way for her to reach her books herself.  She takes a moment and gets herself under control.  "Sorry."  Her voice is a bit miserable and a lot apologetic.  She looks back to him, "This trains ends at my stop.  How long until we reach there?"  Her voice is a bit more civilized and calm.