Emma was exploring the train. She'd found the baggage car, which meant she was in the classiest outfit she could make from the bits and pieces stored there. Her room, on the other hand, was yet to be discovered, so she was carrying a small purse stuffed full of white silk.
She peered into the infirmary, scanning the equipment, and the doctor. She assumed he was a doctor. He wasn't wearing a coat. "Oh good, there is an infirmary." She liked to know there was somewhere to go if she got injured. Her gaze turned to settle squarely on Simon, and she was unmistakably addressing him. "Are you a doctor?"