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Maggy would get back to the train station looking perfectly fine, aside from a little limp. She was using her disguise to mask her plethora of wounds, she was hurt bad but her cuts did not bleed. She was lucky for that, or her disguise would be all but useless. She seemed calm for the most part, like some kind of anger or frustration had left her, two days of killing things would be sure to settle someone down a little bit. Or make them a psychotic maniac. It wasn't clear which Maggy was at this point.

She didn't breath a word to the other passengers, only noticing there was a new one, they seemed to be in place of that kid. Perhaps he used a disguise like Maggy, or the other kid died and this was some demon getting a ride out of hell. Maggy was ready for the train this time, standing firmly as it sped up, the abrupt stop made her hiss in pain as the leg with the limp was slammed onto the floor. Her eye flared red for but a moment before she calmed back down. The train had left them in some alley that was fine, she'd leave these people and get some medical attention.

Maggy slowly limped her way into the undercity, she didn't want any of the hospitals taking her blood or anything. She had no idea what she was and wanted to make sure she wasn't some kind of monster destined to kill the gods and enslave the planet. Or else life would be incredibly hard for her, however short it would be.