The petite girl sat on the train floor. She was carving something into the wood with a pocket knife, smiling as she did. her eyes caught yours as she looked up a warm smile. Her face was kinder than the others but it still told a story of unease due to situation.

“Ah? The sleepy one! Hello.”

She said her voice light and gentle. She almost had an aura of sass and strength to her you could tell despite being young that she could hold herself just fine.