There are only so many coping options available on the train to those with inconveniently open minds; with far too much experience under her belt, Zelda's made sure to be nearby hers when the moment comes. So it is that she's sitting in the dining hall preparing a fresh cup of tea when someone stumbles in, the face unfamiliar but the anxiety that radiates off him all too common.

The machine gives a low beep and Zelda takes a quick look between the newcomer and the newly-filled cup. Ah, well, another cup would hardly take much time to make.

"Excuse me? Sir?" Quickly, she sends the cup to hover within arm's reach. "Sir, would you care for some tea? You look as though you could use some."