[She brightens at the idea, visibly so.]

I don't know where he lives, exactly, but I know he's a native of New York. Someone has to know him. He said he used to work for the Pinkertons.

[Elizabeth's eyes drop to her skirt and her smile turns just a little self-deprecating. She smooths out the folds in the blue fabric.]

That...might be better. I have some coins, so I can pay you. [Sheepishly, she adds:] I can't remember the last time I ate. We've been in such a rush.