Snippet #2439357

James leaned against the carriage door, peering out into the drizzle with the slight frown that had become his trademark expression of late, dark eyes focused on the middle distance. His hands rubbed over the rough and threadbare fabric of his gabardine trousers of their own accord as if he were anxious to be doing something other than sitting idly.

He had worn his best suit for the first day of work on this project, not that it was anything special. Brown gabardine trousers neatly pressed but still well worn in the knees and faded from their original chocolate color to a more mocha hue. With them was a tweed jacket which was almost large enough to accommodate his broad shoulders and long arms, the leather patch at one elbow slightly loose. A crisp linen shirt was buttoned securely to the neck and complimented by a plain black tie of cotton, a bit frayed at it's tip but hidden beneath the buttoned coat. His hair was still shorn close to the scalp in the manner he'd worn it in the Corps, but he had a day's growth of stubble which roughed the otherwise sharp line of his jaw a bit. His possessions were all secured with the rest of the luggage in a single olive drab seabag.

He came to himself as conversation started, turning his eyes to the other passengers. He added his own name as the introductions were made, but otherwise said nothing. "Jim Wright."

Considering his introduction to be enough for the moment since he hadn't really been specifically referred to, he pulled a battered back of smokes from the inside of his coat and extracted a bent but serviceable specimen, lighting it with a plain wooden match. If the cold was affecting him in any way, he chose not to show it.