[center][h1][color=Teal]Agatha Smith[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][b]URTU-07 TRAM, SOMEWHERE IN NORTH AMERICA[/b]
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Agatha raised a brow, surprised by the oddly deferential tone of the pilot across from her. Given his prior interaction with the Australian she assumed he was the confrontational sort, thought even that contradicted his interaction with that Joshua fellow. Agatha presumed he was just the sort who took political affiliation [i]very[/i] seriously, but as an independent it wasn't really that big of an issue for her.

Surprise was evident as Agatha picked up on the not so subtle interest that Alexander was showing her. Granted, one as seasoned as her didn't devolve into a blushing mess, even in her youth she wasn't the type. A peel of laughter, mirthful rather than derisive, barked out as she leaned heavily upon her knees.

[color=teal]"My you are a forward one. I'd rather avoid the cliché of saying you're old enough to be my son, but you make it too easy."[/color] She teased as she reigned in her laughter. Sitting up, she flexed her arm in a show of strength. [color=teal]"Not to say I don't appreciate your opinion. You've got to take pride in your body if you want to keep it going strong." [/color]

Agatha thought it only fair to check him out in turn and didn't dislike what she saw. A small part of her was disheartened to be contemplating another man after her husband, but if she wanted to remain a widower she wouldn't be on the train. 

[color=teal]"Alaska? Haven't been here before, but I've had some work over in Siberia. Cold, Harsh, and visibility is utter shite, but the work paid well. Should be interesting work, but you don't seem too focused on that. You want a word of advice?"[/color] Agatha rose, striding across the tram car to stand over Alexander. She brought a finger to his jaw line, idly noting this is the second time he would be manhandled by a woman in the past few minutes. [color=teal]"The poetry was a bit much, but It's sweet nonetheless."[/color]    

Once more letting out a peel of laughter, Agatha made for the dining cart, pausing beside the reporter-- As seen by the prominently displayed press badge-- who was busy with her simulation. [color=Teal]"Be careful, that young man is a real lady killer."[/color] Agatha said conspiratorially before leaving for the dining cart.

She had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed the oddballs.