James sat, though it was a bit awkward. He was used to awkward by now. "[color=fff200]Which train are you waiting for?[/color]" He asked. [i]If she doesn't answer, then whatever. Just rather not awkward silence like most of the conversations I end up in,[/i] He thought, internally sighing. He'd had a long day and needed an honest break. To even his own surprise, though, he kept an eye on the woman who had been near the tracks, as if to make sure she didn't get too close again. [i]Why do I even care? People die on the tracks all the time. She'd have been no different.[/i]