[ So many strangers around here. It's very... well, strange. She tenses up a bit when he approaches and when she whips around it's with the sharp-eyed gaze of someone who's deciding if they need to pick a fight or not. But when she takes in the sight of him and realizes he's... probably not a threat, then her shoulders sag with relief. ]

... Yes. The last I remember before arriving here, I was on a train, returning to the the C.H. Postal Company. [ she sounds almost hopeful as she says so, like she's wanting someone to recognize it. ] I don't remember what could have happened to bring me here from the train, however. To start, there are no train tracks.