The massive mechanical beast rested before the crowd with wide open doors inviting the guests to board. Instructions were shouted by various men in uniforms made to signal authority, but raucous, entitled men attempted to push forward regardless, deeming themselves above the rules. Must be first class. Gemma reached a gloved hand into her travel bag to find her own ticket with her seating information printed, partially thankful she wasn't in first class because of their apparent attitudes yet partially disappointed that she wouldn't get a chance to charm a rich man. Even so, excitement rippled through her with the crisp springtime wind at the prospects of her endeavors. St. Petersburg. She paused to breathe in the new atmosphere and exhaled her troubles. Second class, prepare to board. Gemma opened her eyes and the gaudiest of dresses and hats had disappeared along with half of the noise level, which was funny since their section would probably be quietest during the ride. For the first time she noticed just how large the train was and her stomach fluttered in anticipation. Two more deep breaths and Gemma was prepared. One low heel booted foot strode in front of the other and as much as Gemma hated to wear shoes she couldn't deny the high level of quality and taste her mother had selected in hopes that she would in turn wear them more often. Her head held high despite her short stature was striking from the simple yet elegant handmade headpiece comprised of ribbon and flowers on the side pinned in her long, wavy locks of red that spilled down onto her shoulders and breasts, untamed. Her hair was the feature that attracted the most attention from women and men alike so she loved to show it off and indeed it usually worked. After handing off her luggage to be stored, she presented her ticket to the man in uniform, and his face changed into an approving smile, which she hoped was a sign she'd have some luck in the ways of men on the train. Gemma boarded the train, making her way to the right section and set herself down on a comfortable enough seat by the window. She couldn't wait to watch the landscape flit by before her eyes, but until that began she scanned the other passengers in her space as they filled into their seats, hoping to find one who caught her eye or vice versa. So far there were more men than women overall, and she expected that would remain true once the carriage was full. Her eyes passed over an elderly man with a cane and his wife, two older businessmen, and a family of four with the man looking less than pleased. None of these interested Gemma very much, for she preferred to choose someone alone who she wouldn't have to worry about interruptions.