Switching rides was a pain.

All things considered, though, Lock got pretty lucky. Seattle wasn't too far from the middle of California, with only one stop in-between to have been made. It wasn't exactly a straight shot, but it was better than having to traverse the entire country to get to your destination. He'd already gotten bored of his game, though, so most of his time was spent staring at both the outside world and the people around him. The regular businessmen that got on and off weren't much of a concern, but any student that hopped on with a bag was at least somewhat interesting. Especially as how everyone looked to be extremely different, separating the dots from the earpieces and flat touching devices clenched in between their grubby paws. Everyone used their technology so religiously.

Nearing Seattle a notification had popped up in front of Lock's eyes that they were about to arrive, along with a wave of information he had absolutely no interest in. "[i]Off,[/i]" he thought briefly, dismissing every last informational guide that tried to warn him about what the city was like. He'd much prefer to explore it at a later date, going at his own pace with only a map telling him where exactly Casper was located. Either way, the train was coming to a halt, so he should get up and-

Stop.

Lock had been scanning his surroundings attentively this entire time, and because of that, the sudden disappearance of about five people before his eyes as well as the surroundings seemingly frozen in time came as a quick burst of surprise. After all, he had just turned off his micro-AR for a little while, so this could not be the work of his technology.

"[i]On,[/i]" he thought again, but as Lock suspected, nothing happened. The device was scrambled in some way. He wasn't sleeping, that much was for sure. The intense atmosphere as well as the dry air cutting into his throat could clue anyone in to that fact. Lock calmly rose from his seat to take another look at his surroundings, seeing only six others remain like some kind of reality-TV game show. Two of them were oddly calm to what Lock expected, but one boy sitting opposite to a disheveled-looking individual was practically panicking. Then, in the blink of an eye, the claw came. A mix of flesh and scales burst through the window next to which the boy with glasses was seated, digging in to and cutting open his flesh. The scream no doubt left an impact on everyone there, even Lock, as the boy was violently yanked from his seat and out to the depths below.

"Well, this is a new one, even for me..." Lock muttered to himself, a rush of adrenaline pouring through his body. There was some fear, of course, as no healthy human wouldn't be scared in this situation. More than fear, however, there was excitement. Excitement at the thought of this unusual and dangerous thing happening, excitement at being unable to predict what will happen. But despite getting his thrills from everything, the others would not think the same way. Lock would have to keep a cool head, especially as he looked back at the scene of the crime.

The disheveled looking boy got up, looking possessed. They touched the broken glass- presumably to confirm what just happened- and put their now-bleeding finger into his mouth. Recoiling in horror, the boy muttered something to himself and dashed forward to try and break open the door connecting two cars- to no avail, of course. Another boy, who had been closer to said door, started to inspect it and made his frustrations known to the entire crowd. He soon turned around to face the rest of them, Lock included, and asked if anyone had a crowbar. As useful and logical of a tool it would be in this situation, Lock doubted anyone would have such a thing on hand.

"Unfortunately," Lock stepped forward, being the first to reply. "I don't think any one of us do. At least I don't, didn't really figure to take a crowbar to school with me."

He looked around the car, seeing as how everyone's eyes were turned on him now. Lock cleared his throat, not intending to make a fool of himself.

"Right, before we try to force open the door, can I make a suggestion? If any of us have something on hand that could be used as a weapon, I suggest we hold on to that. Whatever that thing was that burst through the window, I have no doubts it's planning to come back for us. In case it does, it might be wise to be able to defend ourselves."

Lock considered his own idea rock-solid, of course. It was a reasonable thing to ask in the face of danger. Although, all things considered, Lock didn't exactly pack anything sturdy either. Most of his current belongings are food and clothes, but he did have at least [i]one[/i] sharp object on hand. Lock turned his focus away from the rest, opened up his bag and rummaged around in it for a little while. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for: Scissors. Carbon steel was sturdy and had the advantage of not dulling easily, though the metal surface and rounded handles made it a bit unwieldy. These things were always useful to open a package with, but the pointy edges could also be used to stab into something, which is what he promptly planned on doing. Lock spun it around his finger once, looking back to the rest.

"Ah, and I suggest we stay away from the windows... for rather obvious reasons." Lock said, taking his own advice and stepping back from his seat. He was used to dealing with high-pressure situations, but here was to hoping that the others wouldn't cause trouble through needless panic.