[Scythe rested the barrel of her rifle over her metallic shoulder, standing atop the run-down wooden tracks. Upon hearing the whistle of the train in the distance, she stepped over to the very edge, reaching her free hand back and waiting until the slow train chugged through. Grabbed on to the edge of a half-open car, she swiftly swung inside for a free ride. It seemed she wasn't the only one with that idea. She froze upon seeing you as well, her expression unreadable, yet not annoyed.]