Ophelia had no qualms about stopping in the middle of the bustling crowd when she saw and heard Xavier. Other people grumbled about her in response to the block in the path, but she was unphased.
She handed Viola's back over to him without pausing, but she heaved her own onto her shoulder instead of giving it over. The travelling dress she wore, a simple but rugged thing designed for the cold but mobility along with her free flowing hair was a little less proper than his own clothing. Though she was hoping she would have the rest of the afternoon to get settled in and recover from the trip before she would have to work, "Xavier! It's good to see you." Her tone and smile was warm and open when she reached out to clasp him on the shoulder.