Samantha couldn't say she'd been all that social in the week she'd been on the train. Really, she'd just been spending most of her time hoping that she'd wake back up in the right time period and the right place, but so far it hadn't happened. When she wasn't sleeping or trying to sleep, she'd been sketching using a notebook and colored pencils she'd found in the baggage car. The pencils weren't quite up to her quality standards, but they'd have to do - she needed to do something, after all.
But today, she was tired of the four walls of her cabin. She needed a change of scenery and maybe a little more light, so after arranging her hair and making sure her dress looked as well as it could after being worn for so many consecutive days, she tucked her sketchpad under her arm and headed out in search of a quiet spot.
The front parlor car seemed fairly empty, and there was an armchair with a small coffee table available in one corner - perfect for setting herself up for an afternoon of sketching. It wasn't until she'd reached the chair and set her things down that she noticed the young woman seated on the divan, a tiny white kitten leaping over her lap. "Oh, how darling!" Samantha exclaimed, taking her seat and leaning over to get a better look at the creature. "What is his name?"