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Already packed and ready to go, Riley started up with her train-mates with a stoic determination. It was clear, by the way she was lugging the giant weapon on her shoulder, that she was ready to do some damage.

She briefly touched Maladore's shoulder in lieu of greeting, before looking up at the dragon. That.. would be very helpful. Jericho? She called up to him, sounding rather pleased. Don't you look nice. Are you cold? I could ride you if it would warm you up. And her tone stated that was clearly a non-sexual and completely businesslike offer, so don't get your hopes up.

Well, she was ready to get on with it. Taking a few more steps ahead, she hoisted her weapon a little higher up on her shoulder, and surveyed the area.

Heere little elvieelves..

"You're horrible." she answered stiffly to the teasing, ears flicking back.. though she obviously was inclined to lean against his side when he came over, feeling the heat he was radiating off. Oh man, she was so jealous of him having a warm body. She really was. Spoiled by the warms.

Though when he looked at his arm, Shehk also looked down at it, seeming legitimately startled by it and reaching out to touch and investigate it's tactile surface. It was probably out of the curiosity of if that's how it was when she was half-transformed.... Which was, to an extent, a little panic-inducing. If she'd had any thought to be worried over transformations. It bothered her more to lack the control than what she'd look like.

Alas.

And honestly, in any other scenerio, Shehk might have -immediately- flung his arm off of her shoulders. Immediately. However, she was cold. And he was not. And she could use all of the 'not colds' she could possible have, going as far as to leaning against the skinwalker's side.

She wasn't trying to give anybody the satisfaction of 'AWW, COUPLE <3', but dammit..... SELF PRESERVATION.

"So with the train how it is, how do you think we'll get home again?" she inquired, looking up at Nukpana.

West jogged after his train-car-mates, barely noticing that there was a large dragon in their midst now. Whatever. Killing! His grin was positively feral, and with the addition of the blood that was running down the left half of his face, it made for a slightly unsettling image.

He slowed to a walk. No need to waste all of his energy just yet. "C'mout c'mout c'mout c'moutoutout," he muttered softly, trying to catch the movement in the trees from more than just the corner of his eye. Where were all the smiling angels and dancing gingerbread men hiding? Pansies.

Riley sent laughter at Maladore, nodding. Let's hope so. She was as happy about her weapon as could be. As excited as Riley also was to blow some happy little creatures to bits, she let her weapon sag slightly when she saw West jog by. With a few quick steps, she caught up to him and put her hand on his shoulder.

Wait. West, you're bleeding. She told him, as if he didn't already know. With a ripping sound, she broke one of the tendrils of black off the bottom of her dress, and lifted it up to wipe some of the blood out of his face.

You won't be able to see well, with all that. There.. that's a little better. It was still bleeding, but at least she'd gotten it out of his eyes and off of his face. Though, the red still smeared against his skin like some sort of frightful tribal marking.

To say Livi wasn't pleased was an understatement. Just when he was finally meeting people he was familiar with, the gnomes were dragging him back into the original group he had been with. The thoughts inside his head were rather ugly indeed. First off, he was filthy as all can be, his hair was a wreck he was sure and now... smoothing a hand over his face, and taking a deep breath at the same time, he slowly let it out and rubbed away the frown lines. This wouldn't do at all. After all, he should be getting to know new people, though everyone was still technically new to him. But still... he wanted to at least make sure Amrita didn't make herself look any worse than needed! and chat with Lizzy more about things of actual interest!

It didn't surprise him much to see how eager West was for the thought of fighting and he made sure he didn't scowl too much. Bleh. This was going to suck... a lot. But he just slung his bag over his shoulder and followed the pack; since he had no other choice but to do so. But as he did, he looked back, hoping that those two ghouls would be all right. They had better be okay til he saw them again....

He wondered how much trouble he'd get into if he tried to re-find them and stick with them?

"What? Oh..." West held still, or at least as still as he could, while Riley spoke in his head then helped clean his face. His fingers tapped against his snowball launcher and his gaze flickered quickly from one point of interest to another until it landed on the dragon he had, until now, neglected to see.

"Thanks," he said when Riley had sopped up a good deal of the blood. "Issat... Jericho?" West was already confident that the Great Train Window Fight would stay on his list of awesome things for quite a while, but the dragon might warrant another spot once they found something to fight again.

The siren's face went from 8D to D:> in seconds.
"OHJACKIDUNWANNADIE!" Falling to his butt in the snow, the siren trembled.

"I dun wanna dieeeeeeeee."

Que rocking back and forth.