"I'll only be a second!" Moving from the train towards a kiosk, she watched as Nemhain gave a curt nod and continued towards the exit. Really, she didn't want anything from the stand, but Umeka needed a moment to collect herself. It had been so long since she'd been in England, been near The Order... Her pact with Nemhain was still fresh. Though she trusted the shade and was ever so thankful for her companionship, she couldn't talk to her freely. Not yet.

As Umeka dithered by the candy bars, she wondered if it might not be best to simply give up on this fancy. She could always get a job at home, after all... "Oh... Oh, hell..." she muttered to herself before turning round, tripping on her wheel-a-way and falling against the nearest body.

Mortified, Umeka went limp, which made untangling her and her suitcase from this stranger especially difficult, but what could she do? Her nerves had already been frayed- now they were completely unraveled.