James is still a little dazed, the collision with another member of the public hardly doing him any favours. He does manage an apology in return, before he manages to gather his thoughts together.

Of course, the colloquialisms of his time and hers are really quite different, and he frowns. A hand to him is a game of cards, not assistance, but that's clearly not what the young lady is offering.

"I need to speak to the governor here, ma'am." Her English is good, he can only hope this is some strange colony, perhaps in the Orient. He doesn't expect it to be, but he has to hope. "Could you tell me where he is to be found?"