Madeline was absolutely not used to traveling any sort of distance by herself. She wasn't used to carrying her suitcases for herself, or opening doors for herself. Or presenting tickets for herself. But here she was, heading out of the train station and toward somewhere, where hopefully someone was waiting for her with a car.
Her gloved hands picked up her suitcase, which at that exact moment decided to pop open. Her clothing and jewelry sachet fell onto the sidewalk. She was focused enough on the dresses and her underthings being exposed, that she barely noticed the little silky bag roll a little away from where she knelt down, trying to stuff everything back into her suitcase.
This was a disaster.