If she'd still been in his grasp she would have yanked away childishly. Instead she scowled at him, her resistance clear and apparent on her features. "No," she said shortly, crossing her hands across her chest in indignation. He'd just saved her, yet she wasn't going anywhere without her chaperone. Nevermind the fact that if she returned home - no, if she stepped outside of this carriage - there would be whispers that she was out without a chaperone. She glanced back at her chaperone's end. It was so far in the distance the woman was a small dot at this point. With every passing minute, she was disappearing further and further.

"We have to go tell the conductor to stop the train. The back end of the train is not moving." She went to open the door of the cabin. Except it wouldn't budge.