Re: The Conductor/The Pilot
A lady, perhaps, but one who was well used to engines, and grease, and the peculiarities of dangerous places, and one that was used to putting up with men who would underestimate her and her abilities. She was neither put off by his diction, nor by his attempt to guide her into another direction.
"You are just the person I am looking for, sir," her voice a lower register than one might expect from a woman, and certainly from a lady. Respect was granted the position, of course, the respect one might grant one equal in stature to one's self, and flattery and pretense was not something she had much time for, even if she understood that sort of manipulative behavior could get one places. She did not dress that part, nor did she lean into it, preferring her trousers and competence to false reward. "I suspected I might find you this direction, and it is fortuitous timing. I do not wish to keep you from your work, so please, go on, and I will walk with you. I assume that everything is mechanically well, and the stop has only to do with the disappearances?"