[She spots the tray, and takes a few steps over toward it. There's a steak knife, one she quickly grabs. It won't do much, but it's better than nothing. She keeps it out.
But she nearly drops it, when she follows him out into the courtyard. She actually gasps, stepping out from behind him to look around. This is... Well, not England. And those things? Those brightly colored small trains?] Daryl? [She asks softly, keeping her eyes on them. They look like wagons. Individual wagons on trains. Or she didn't want to discount, that it was some sort of animal with an odd shell. Who knew what was out there in the world beyond London. Regardless, she needed to know.] What are those?
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But she nearly drops it, when she follows him out into the courtyard. She actually gasps, stepping out from behind him to look around. This is... Well, not England. And those things? Those brightly colored small trains?] Daryl? [She asks softly, keeping her eyes on them. They look like wagons. Individual wagons on trains. Or she didn't want to discount, that it was some sort of animal with an odd shell. Who knew what was out there in the world beyond London. Regardless, she needed to know.] What are those?