Victor noticeably flinched when the doors opened, his ears perking up at the sound. His eyes swung over to the opening to see the old lady's face, and then dropped back down. That did not look like a very approving face. He was also unhappy with the baggage situation. Someone else touching his things? The very idea sent shivers down Victor's spine, but he would at least be able to hang on to his reliable backpack...once he took it down a size by digging his jacket out. After a furious battle with the zipper he was finally able to put his jacket on, this time with the sleeves rolled up high in case it was hot out.

The ladies began shuffling out rather quickly, but Victor did not want to be the first of the young gentlemen to exit. He turned towards the pirate and gestured towards the door with his hand and a polite smile. After him Victor would probably exit, or give someone else the right of way ahead of him. He certainly did not want to be in front of the wheelchair, that would just feel the epitome of rude.