Miranda Barlow had the face of a woman, who would be in her early forties, having to possess dark-brown hair pinned up in a bun, along with an oval face, cool-Caucasian skin, dark-brown eyes, and nude pink lips. There wasn't any athleticism in her stature, though she did possess a fine, slender-built body that was uniquely beautiful for a woman her age. Having to wear one of those commoner dresses, she caught sight of the cart in the distance by the lighted lamp attached to it. At first, the woman wondered what news from Nassau should she receive at this hour, but by the looks of the newcomer running towards her, those "news" would be completely anonymous. 

This "newcomer" engulfed her immediately in a hug that showed that she needed security, without her words having to make it apparent. Even after the girl made the action to seek comfort, Miranda gratefully returned that said-comfort immediately. The henchman made his leave with the cart, and Lady Barlow led the poor girl into her small farmhouse that sat alone at the prairie that was a couple of miles away from the main town. She heard Abigail's fear of Captain Low, but for her current location to be miles away from town, it would be highly impossible for almost any buccaneer to find her. Not to mention that if any harm came to Miranda, Captain James Flint would most definitely not take any sort of approval at all... and every pirate knew the boundaries of his wrath. 

The woman gently shushed her, as she led her inside, towards the small [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/43/29/66/4329666241fdb81752fd03259c2d4603--toby-stephens-black-sails.jpg] kitchen[/url]. Figuring that Abigail should perhaps eat something first, Miranda retrieved a loaf of bread, and a plate, from one of the wooden cabinets nearby. "You should eat. I'll run a bath, and get you some new clothes", she sweetly told her before making her way back through the narrow hallway on the other side of the room.