"Oh, no," Céline LaVoie answers Ian. "I've been through worse. I assure you, I'm fine." She pushes past the conductor who is morosely picking fragments of train out of a deep pile carpet and gently taps Neil and Mortimer on their shoulders. "Seeing as how the rest of the car's full, I suppose you're with these men you're sharing the row with? Please, come and have drinks with them. I wouldn't want your friends to become bored with only my company," and she smiles.

She progresses down the train backwards, asking questions to her new-found friends. "So, you may have heard of me. I won't pretend not to have a modicum of fame. If so, you have the advantage, I'm afraid. Tell me, what are your names, what do you do, why are you coming to Montréal?"

Her easy mood is striking after what must have been a terrifying ordeal.