Re: the thin and red/the actress
There was a tiny moment of - not regret exactly, but rather the wondering of what she'd missed exactly. There had been something in his eyes, it had been intriguing. But she didn't enjoy pretending outside of the stage. She never had, although she had at times played the game as was required of her. And if she had not really known what she was missing to want it then he was very likely right - they should not be in whatever way he had in mind.
She reached into the train case that she carried, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. It was not her carriage, but she could not be bothered to move further than the window. The cigarette reflected in the glass, the stillness of the night outside beyond it, and she was left alone with time.