Snow falls heavily outside, turning into a white blur as the train passes along the tracks. Ada is sitting with her bag on the seat beside her, as if to ward off any potential seatmates. She clearly values her privacy, but the train is packed. She hardly notices you timidly approaching to ask for the free seat when the train screeches to a halt, bags and passengers tumbling alike. The momentum sends you falling, over her seat, over her lap. An ungraceful introduction, but somehow… charming? She pulls her bag off the seat, looking down at you. “You okay?”