Re: the thin and red/the actress
She tilted her head in his direction, acquiescing to his statement. It was true, after all. "We should hope someone confesses on the spot perhaps or this shall be a drawn out evening." In all honesty, it already promised to be that, and she was glad of the gin.
"Arlene Atwood," she offered, with a nod, and a wave of a well-manicured hand towards the seat across from her.
Friends. Perhaps. Although she was well acquainted enough with false friends during her career, and in a situation where someone on the train had likely kidnapped another passenger, or more than one perhaps, then could anyone truly be considered a friend? At best one might hope they were not a foe. But she was bored, although the music was lovely, and a diversion was the quickest way to cure that particular ill.
"What do you do Mr. Waterhouse?" She asked him, lifting the gin to her lips.