[ Claude's mind is a library: his thoughts are usually well-organized, put together like labeled files in cabinets. There's a smooth progression from emotion to events, from recollections to the feeling it evokes— this time, the transition is clear.

> Knowing that this seat has a clear view of Iona
> (potential suitor?)
> Sharing a seat
> (bothersome.)
> Noticing the rain
> (he's observant. empathetic.)

Claude, mob doctor, trained to make assessments at the drop of a hat. He's also well-bred, so he doesn't refuse the offer; scoping people our is always important, even if he may not follow up.

A smile and a nod, and he makes his way to the empty seat opposite of this stranger. ]

I'm no fan of the rain, but it keeps the troublemakers at home.

[ Vague and slightly offputting?? Maybe?? Claude adjusts his gloves around his wrists as he settles down. ]

And do try not to trouble yourself with conversation if I've interrupted anything. I'll be out of your hair in minutes.