Bryn/Jacob
Bryn didn't hide the smile on her face when that familiar scent of London flooded her senses. And his deep voice rang in her ears. "They aren't all like this, it is simply her twenty-first. I think Sophia is well-liked, at least by Colonel Crawley," she nodded toward the man in question. "I think she reminds him of his sisters. But, he was dying of yellow fever, and between his fiance and Sophia... I can't imagine there was a more cared for man anywhere else." She nodded toward the red haired woman in the tailed coat. His fiancee. There was no need to mention her own interference with his demise. Especially since she couldn't ask for that sort of favor anymore.
She shifted her stance against the post and gave him a glance. "You clean up well." Not that there was any complaint before, just a marked admiration in his change of dress. "How are you finding yourself, Jacob?" Before the pirate had distracted her, smelling of the sea, and the sun. Of danger. There was something about danger that had it's draw. But without that distraction, right before her, she could see Jacob's qualities. Especially that roguish smile. She offered one herself. She was not without mischief.