[A woman wanting to shake his hand is peculiar enough. Under the circumstances, though, Jonathan doesn't imagine he can be rude. Still when he pulls his hand from his pocket, it's held back in the shadows cast by the roof of the carriage and she'll need to reach a little father. Jonathan does offer a polite smile, though.]

Dr. Jonathan Reid. Do you find yourself calmer, Ms. Luna? I've scarce found the sea to be so in the journeys I've taken across her.