[And there is ticket buying business and Tyki straightening out his waistcoat and is prepared to lead her through the station. With a little bit of a smile at any occasional glances her way from the people they pass.
Not looking to her, but ahead to the train as they get closer,] ... They gave us the private car. Cyril usually uses it. [When he travels on trains, at least.] If it's too much, let me know.
Just thought you might like your own space. [He can screw off to the other cars at her request. Or they can downsize, if she'd really prefer.]