"Who could tell? I had my eyes closed, and then, poof, there's a fox. Who expects that?"

Those seconds are the longest 2.5 seconds of her day so far, but fortunately he turns back .5 of a second before she gives up and reaches to pick him up. As it is, her hands twitch, but settle back into her lap. Better to just get comfortable herself, and peer at his book.

"An excellent and... something..." she can't read that word. And those are names, after it. She squints until the train's language magic overrides her illiteracy just enough to give her the names. "Romeo and Juliet?"

One more try. More squinting. Sad... "Oh, it's a tragedy." Her nose wrinkles.