Gold had let his curiosity lead him to the docks when he spied the boats approaching, he hung back away from the milling passengers disembarking until a specific one caught his attention. Her mannerisms; the way she clutched at the items she had been given and her expression were all too familiar to him. He knew without even needing to speak to her that here was a desperate soul.

She reminded him of himself as he had been back when he was first introduced to the airplanes of the Land Without Magic, terrified and internally screaming, doing her very best to refrain from screaming out loud in an expression of her fear of the unknown and what the future might bring.

He approached her swiftly and quietly, coming to stand at her side before speaking softly. "G'day, milady. Might I be of service?" Her clothing put him in mind of his original home world, and thus until corrected, he would treat her as coming from such an era.