Arla looked to Rayth curiously at his revelation about the lights. The darkness bleached him of his colors, turning him into a partial silhouette where it settled the deepest around him.
	“Is this where you sleep, then?” She mimed draping a cape mysteriously in front of her face, her gaze trailing his movement as he stepped to the wall. “The Car of Eternal Night!” she finished in a poor Transylvanian accent.
	She lowered her arm and followed his hand as he reached into a deeper depth of dark. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to pick out the shape of a switch. She cringed when he flipped it on, instinctively bracing herself to be blinded, but it only gave off an empty [i]click-click[/i]
	Her gaze flicked back to him as he answered it was more than just the one train car. Her brows furrowed, then raised in further surprise at the news most of the troops didn’t have a phone.
	“Wait, [i]really?[/i]?” Forgetting she wasn’t supposed to be capable of seeing him well, she searched his face for any signs he was joking. Catching the mistake, she did her best to keep her gaze unfocused as he stepped back to her. “That’s a rarity.”
	As surprising as it was, most of them not having a mini computer in their pocket could work in her favor. It meant there was less chance of someone stumbling on a photo of her tagged as missing, and calling it in.
	Then, of course, a dead phone wouldn’t be a problem--she’d left hers back in her bedroom. She frowned and sighed as she realized that no power also meant she couldn’t recharge her cameras’ battery packs between stops. She’d packed a few extra disposable ones, but not enough to last long-term.
	“So, invest in a flashlight,” she said, trying to not look at anything in particular, but still keep half an eye on him. “Got it.”
	She tensed as she realized Rayth was looking her over. She took a slow breath, and a smirk quirked at her lips; it was always amusing what people thought they could get away with when they believed they couldn’t be fully seen.
	The dark could teach you a lot about a person.
	When he shifted his attention, she stole the moment to fully scan the area for herself. Confirming Rayth’s statement, personal belongings were stacked on or under each of the cots, some more messily than others.
	She ran her tongue over her teeth, trying to guess how much a ‘normal’ person would be capable of picking out from the dim light leaking through the bottoms of a couple of the window coverings.
	His touch startled her attention back to him. Her fingers twitched toward her knife, but she stopped them, curling them into a loose fist. He was just letting her know where he was.
	She groaned at his simile. “I got dragged to one of those once. They’re reputation is well-earned.”
	Arla reached out toward him. She hesitated, took another deep breath, then placed her hand on his shoulder. “If I die from tripping on someone’s pile of dirty underwear, know I’ll haunt you for the rest of eternity.”