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Alessa huffed, looking rather annoyed. She might have been a rabbit, but she wasn't timid nor stupid. "I apologized, no need to be rude," she told Mandy. Sure, the bumping had been her fault, but it was hardly something to be an a** hole over. If this ghoul wanted to have a stick jammed up her butt Alessa was just going to make sure she sat farther away form her so she didn't get a headache.

One her continuation of the "search for a non-window seat" quest she came to Alwine, who was making a rather grating noise. It hurt Alessa's sensitive ears too. She reached out to touch the ghoul's arm, asking through the sound, "Are you okay?" It vaguely sounded like she was dying. Or something. How that sound was produced was also a mystery.

Mandy, Colette, and Alessa might've broken Alwine. When the former yelled about the noise, Alwine's neck started to flush red underneath her lace collar.

Alwine's entire body might've turned red when Alessa addressed her. On the upside, it got that noise to stop.

The headless ghost lifted her shoulders to face the rabbit that had approached her. She went silent, completely silent. Had she died?

"I-- I'm so sorry..."

Had she choked?

"I'm really, very sorry," she repeated herself, louder this time. "I didn't mean to disturb anyone. I'm so, so sorry..."

Her shoulders slumped again, it was almost like she was trying to curl into a ball and combust into nothingness.

"Please, just pretend I'm not here. I'm sorry."

She shifted her neck around, making it look like she was casting a worried glance to each of the three girls (at least the Sloth demon looked like he was asleep). Why were they paying attention to her? Had she been that loud? Oh, Jack, why did she decide to go on this train ride...

"I'm all right, really, I just... oh, this is so embarrassing..."

For Barth the eeeeeee was very similar to an ignored alarm clock, his personal favorite lullaby.

And then it stopped, abruptly, replaced by more voices. Female voices. Oh good, everyone in the car was converging into one loud, busy space. Barth took the hubbub as a personal challenge to his species, which he went up in full arms against by sinking lower in his chair.

"Please stop apologizing," Alessa told her. "After all, you have nothing to be sorry about." She waved her hand in a manner-of-fact matter, as if to dismiss the issue. Sure, the girl had made a noise (or had she been talking? she wasn't sure), but that was hardly something to be sorry for. There were worse things to do. Like step on someone's foot or steal their lunch...or carry someone around campus when they clearly wanted to be let be. Okay, anyway, back to the point at hand!

"I'm glad you're alright then," she added with a smile, "That's what matters, right? So don't worry." She glanced casually at the seats nearby, seeing if anything was free for her to sit in. Sitting. Right, that's what she had been trying to do before.

"Mmm?" Alessa turned back to the headless ghoul who seemed to be panicking again. She then passed a glance between her and the boil slumped over in the seat, which she hadn't even seen the first time. She took a few steps closer, looking rather skeptical. She didn't see the need for Alwine's distress, but it was best to check anyway.

"I think he's breathing, though," she leaned forward over Barth's eat, tilting one ear in his direction. If she had been in her rabbit form then her ears likely would have twitched to catch the sound. "It sounds like he's breathing," she told the other girl. "Maybe he's sleeping?" Either way he wasn't dead. Well, at least she didn't think so. She wasn't exactly an expert on the subject.

With all the leaning, Barth found himself awake and greeted with two ample sets of...err, well. He had remained limp under Alwine's panicked grip and Alessa's examination.

"Not dead," he finally confirmed, both eyes open and unsure where to rest to avoid further assault. "Definitely not dead. ...Bartholomew Mudd, actually."

The owner of the first set let out a huge sigh of relief. Bartholomew felt it, but no one was quite sure where it might've come from.

"I'm horrible at telling when people are asleep. I'm horrible at many things actually..."

First impressions being one of them.

"I'm... well, my name is Alwine. Alwine Van Brunt... and I'm really, really sorry to have woken you up again! You look exhausted... ahh, I'm really bad at things like this..."

The bad news was, she still had a deathgrip on Bartholomew's jacket. Apparently her limbs hadn't quite figured out that he wasn't dead.