Delighted at having his stuff back, Gavin nodded at Eve and tore it open. Inside were six ingots of steel. The only other object was a small piece of strange, dark metal which he handled as though it were a precious jewel. Placing it reverently into his inside pocket, he withdrew one of the ingots, hefting it and feeling the weight. Grinning, he held it steady and it began to shift form, first into a sphere, then into a dodecahedron, then into an octahedron, then a tetrahedron, and finally back to an ingot again. He placed it back into the bag and changed the bird back to a bracelet, then to a bird again, sighing. [i]The boredom. It is crippling.[/i]

Glancing around, he spied Eve speaking with a boy a little ways down the train. He stood up, placing his bag on his seat, and began to pace back and forth in he small area that he had space in, muttering to himself.