Merope dusted her skirt off before blinking slightly at being addressed. It wasn't something she was used to, but at least the words that were used were familiar and that was more of a comfort than she was willing to admit. Offering the young man a tentative smile, Merope glanced up at...whatever it was that had been pointed out to her. It was like the gas lamps that had been set up around the town in order to light the roads at night, but only...not. Or at least, she highly doubted that it was anything like that. She couldn't, for one, fathom how they would have ran the gas up to them. Was that perhaps what all the tubes were for?
"At least horses have the good sense to stop when someone is in the way," Merope said quietly in response, exhaling slowly. "Even if the muggles had about the same consideration in carriages than they do in...well, whatever those things are."