Re: the thin and red/the actress
She laughed at this, a tinkling of laughter that filled the space around them. "I am the least superstitious actress you've ever met," she told him. "Although, I will always leave a ghost light on in my rooms as well as on stage. It seems only polite for those from the other lives."
Arlena Atwood took a sip of the gin in front of her, now gone and waiting only for the arrival of its replacement from the waiter who had disappeared a few moments before, and as she sat the glass down, it was to consider Mr. Waterhouse rather carefully. Opportunities, moral qualms, and she had met a good many men throughout her career - many could not be trusted, but that did not mean they could not be used. It was always a game, one that she sometimes bowed out of, and sometimes embraced wholeheartedly. And on a train where people were disappearing with a potential kidnapper around hardly seemed like a wise place to embrace something wholeheartedly, but curiosity - curiosity about people frequently got in the way.
"So it would seem," she tilted a head. "And this is spoken as a man who has had opportunities, and perhaps offers them from time to time."