Matilda kept her head tilted down. Her hands fiddled with her gloves vigorously.
Hugh narrowed his eyes at a familiar approaching snake in human skin. His eyes darted around the scene. Details of the environment and the people around them took precedents. A medium sized open aired drop off point. The station kept up enough to keep it in working order but not enough to keep it pristine. The platform had obviously seen better days.
Hugh rushed over to Matilda with their baggage in both hands. His eyes glanced over to the man behind the counter. The dimness created a silhouette from his view point.
The approaching man continued to eye Matilda.
Matilda finally glanced up catching the tense man’s approach.
“Ah, Miss Bentley. I could never forget that fiery Red hair. Returned have you. I’m sure your mother would be delighted,” said the tense man.