Originally Posted by Esme

Reid walked hurriedly into the front car of the train, it seemed as if he was in a rush, although how he could be in a rush on the train was a mystery. All he could say was that he needed to get somewhere far away from strange girls, he really wished he was still in D.C right now, he was starting to feel a bit homesick, not that he'd admit that out loud. In his distracted state he failed to notice that the compartment he had just opened the door and strode into was actually occupied. When he did notice he smiled charmingly at the little girl who could be no more than twelve, yet he quickly took in that she looked older, as if she had seen too much, or like something devastating had occurred recently in her life. More than that though she looked lonely. "Hello I'm Reid Hemingway," he said, introducing himself politely, his baritone voice lilting pleasantly, "Do you mind if I join you?"