She's not the only one fascinated by the train. Alessandro's taken it now, quite a few times. He's on it nearly every chance he gets, trying to puzzle out how it works, how that inner working can be harnessed and used.

He always sits near the back, knees splayed wide, a lazy dandy, lounging in his fine Victorian clothing, top hat on his knee.

Her attention to the train catches his and he can't help a smile. She's a handsome woman and that accent reminds him of an old aquatintance of his.

When he speaks, his accent is Italian under the oppressive trappings of an Oxford education. "It's quite something, isn't it? So far, I've been unable to charm my way into the engine room, but I believe it might be magnitism, or perhaps even electrics."