The train had shown up! To say Rielle was mildly distracted from their conversation was an understatement. Her nerves, which had previously been all but forgotten about, were starting to return. And in spades. What did she do now? Obviously they were supposed to get on. That was a no-brainer. But what if a hobo punched her on his way off? What if someone grabbed her, reached into her pocket and stole her money before running away? What if-- Well. There were a million what-if scenarios here, and all of them were running through Rielle's head.
"Now what?" She asked, her own eyes now big as saucers, putting a pause on his question. This required their attention at the moment.