The train screeched to a halt in front of them, and he let Rosalie walk ahead, staying close to her until she found a seat. The car was relatively uncrowded, enough that there was place for them both to sit. He did a sweep of the train car with his eyes before settling back.
"It's what she thinks about herself," he said. "I don't know why. She's young, still. I think we all forget how young, some times. She's seen a lot, and she does a good job of faking it, but she's barely nineteen, for christ's sake."