The car rolls to a stop as Edith glances nervously outside the glass windows. I need somewhere to go, somewhere I can distract myself from this. Edith spots a fruit vendor in the distance and reassures herself she will reside there until the car is completely out of sight.
"Lady Edith? Are you alright, Miss?" the chauffeur asks, standing outside the automobile with the passenger door hinged open.
"Oh, ye — yes," Edith replies, frazzled.
Edith grabs her bag and steps out of the car. The chauffeur shuts the door behind her, walks back to the driver's side, and steps inside. Edith tries her best to wave him farewell, but she cannot seem to stop her hands from insistently shaking. She glances around her, trying to look as casual as possible. It's not everyday you prepare yourself for a murder, she thinks to herself. Chuckling slightly, Edith walks over to the cart of fresh fruit, praying that she doesn't run into anyone she knows.