Fortunately, she didn’t have to come up with either of those answers – he reached out a gloved hand to her suitcase and she gave it to him, balancing fatty Crookshanks in her now free hand. He took her suitcase with one hand and held out the other for her to take, saying, "Come." His voice didn’t seem muffled by the mask – it was clear, low, and deep, making shivers run down her spine. She wondered if that’s what he sounded like five years ago, but her mind loved to play tricks, so she couldn’t trust that.