» Slow much? The male was a peculiar one. But she didn’t have any problem repeating herself to somebody who had been processing his surroundings. Except she’d be slightly rude in her remarks.
"Uh, yea ah did. Can I ‘ave a seat there? O’ is it taken fo’ yer partner o’er there?"
Hearing her inquisition now, Blake glances to the seat next to him. It's empty, of course, and he can't possibly imagine who in the world she's referring to... Possibly his Dewott, but he seemed to be more preoccupied watching for the train.
"No, you can sit, I suppose." He answered. "I don't have a partner. I'm just waiting in case someone needs one for the double line."





















