Story? [There's a little "ah" of understanding as he considers the situation.] Hans Christian Anderson, right?

[Not all fairy tales survived to his time but it's classic enough.] She must have got pulled in from where she's real like we were.

[He unzips the jacket he's wearing over his uniform and reaches into the little messenger bag purse he's got hiding in there. He'd been keeping it inside the jacket to make sure nothing flew out during the bouncy sleigh ride.]

[Jack could be a little wild in his steering.]

[It's a fairly compact case. He opens it up to reveal a few little device that are small and metallic but very obviously beep boop from the future.]

They make noises that might freak her out. [A pause.] I - I might freak her out too.

[Robot face.]

[He frowns, thinking.]

Let's just wing it. I can explain my face by saying I was in a...steam engine accident and they couldn't take out the shrapnel. And bullshit something about the equipment. We can say I'm a doctor. With special equipment. But why don't you go first and try to earn her trust.

We could pretend we're from maybe a charity? A church?

[Those were the organizations that handled helping the poor back in the day.]

In the meantime, I'll flag Jack down to get her something warm from the magic sack.