Aziraphale was fairly surprised to see such an open - well, comparatively - station this time around, vaguely mentally remarking on the sunlight himself.

Meandering his way through the platform and idly observing the new arrivals and the recent departing, he recognizes the young woman as the one she saw during the social.

"Good afternoon, miss--oh." He notices the book in her hands - being a lover of books himself, he surely does not mean to ever interrupt anyone's reading time. "I'm quite sorry, I don't mean to interrupt."