Sylvia was a bit taken aback when the girl fled to the back of the train so quickly. She was preparing to say that now that he was free, the boy could get his own bags when the boy looked up at Sylvia expectantly, saying "I don't think she can get mine, and I should mind our seats, I would be happy if you could get my bags. My name is Takeshi."

[i] Well then. Guess I owe him for coming over to begin with. Serves me right, trying to do a good thing. Just a waste of my time. This is why we [s] can't have[/s] don't do nice things. [/i]

"Sure," Sylvia said, rooting through the pile of luggage. Soon after she retrieved a rather large bag with serveral blade-like points jutting out, as well as a suitcase. "Here," Sylvia said, placing it lightly by the boy's side. When Takeshi outstretched his hand and asked her name, Sylvia scoffed, lightly putting his hand down to deny him. "That's irrelevant," she said, and started back to where she had been standing with Gavin. He was pacing impatiently, looking quite bored. "What's wrong?" she asked sympathetically.