Agnes: Ah, ya bastard. I’d rather throw me’sel to the tracks, than to run Bertha another mile fer that doaty bawbag.

Jacob: Kaylock? He’s left the station.

Agnes: Well! Hallo, fancy pants! And who might you two be?

Evie: I’m Evie Frye and this is my brother, Jacob Frye.

Agnes: Pleased to meet ye. I’m Agnes MacBean.

Jacob: A delight.

Agnes: I thought I was gettin’ a promotion. I suppose I’m out of work now.

Evie: Come work for us instead.

Agnes: Awa an bile yer heid (away and boil you head)! You pay better than scraps?

Jacob: I’m sure we can at least manage that.

Lady and locomotive, at your service. I’ll be in the next car.