[centre][color=Lime][h2]Olivia Octavia Delacroix[/h2][/color]

There was a war raging within the cramped cabin of the tram. A war between the light and the darkness, good and evil, waking up and continuing to sleep. The battlefield was predetermined: her sleepy mind was easily convinced into doing things she wouldn't normally do so it made the perfect opportunity for her to be swayed by either side. Logic fought a hard battle, reminding her that she had been drugged and that quite literally anyone could have access to do as they please with her. Desire, however, argued that sleep would have her heal any damage or implications caused by the drug. It also argued that this was a train full of wannabe heroes that had probably suffered from the same drugging that she had. Eventually, it was desire who won the battle but by a close margin.

Stretching, Olivia peeked her hazy eyes open for a single second before deciding that it was fine to go back to sleep - nothing was happening anyways. Allowing her eyes to drift closed once more, she fell back asleep but with a heinous cost. She barely even noticed the guy with his hologram beside her or, for that matter, how close they were to each other. If she did notice then things would have turned out very differently. 

The silence was palpable, a pin-drop would have been enough to cease the probable outcome of Olivia falling asleep close to a heat-source. No pins dropped, however, and Olivia subconsciously cosied up to the technopath, resting her head on his shoulder. Releasing a contempt sigh, she adjusted herself then settled down for the long haul.

The poor guy probably didn't know how to react but somehow, the subtle movements of his muscles were enough to rouse her. Waking, fog still hung over her mind and much of her senses as it took her a few seconds to process what she was doing and more importantly, why the guy she was resting on was staring at her. [color=Lime]"Gah!"[/color] Thankfully, it seemed that she had Lepus activated last as she suddenly moved from beside him to facing him in a fraction of a second. [color=Lime]"Who are you!?"[/color] Olivia blundered, her voice shaky with embarrassment as her senses came back onto the playing field. Despite her embarrassment, there was an edge to her voice that even had an accusing tone to it - her suspicions were roused.[/centre]