And now there's a middle-aged man waving to her. "Hey!" he calls over. "Don't think I've seen you around before. You must be the newest arrival. Don't worry, you're--mostly--safe here. Do you want the Meadous tour? It's pretty damn short, I'm afraid."

This man, Lady Worplesdon, happens to be dressed in denim trousers underneath some sort of puffy jacket. What hair can be seen peaking out under his knit cap in a short pony-tale is much too long to be proper. He's got a scruffy, no-account beard, a distinctly American accent, and his skin color and facial features indicate that there was some racial mixing on account of his parents. Very scandalous.