Sebastian Whitcomb was clearly not the best conversationalist in the world. Daphne Hopton wasn't about to judge him (too badly) in any case. She, herself, could be completely insufferable when she wanted to be.

"Home schooled?" repeated the blond looking away from Sebastian towards Woodson. "Where did you live? That's--"

Interesting, is what she wanted to say but a cry from outside the compartment made her stop mid-sentence. "Excuse me," she said quickly and stood up, opening the compartment door to see a hooded figure on the ground---with a purse attached to his arm...and a girl attached to the purse. "What's going on here?" she asked loudly, stepping out of the compartment and leaving the door open.

That purse--looked familiar. "Hey! That's Celly's!"