Sen watched as Beau suddenly slumped to the ground, even as her mind analysed the words Julien had just spoken. Puzzles and games, it seemed, were popular with him, though she didn't care for his particular taste in puzzles... rubix cubes zealously excepted from that last sentiment. The corner of her mouth twitched ever so slightly, a rare outward expression of the emotions that coursed through her when she saw what had felled Beau... or rather, what had administered the substance that felled him. The same creature that had grabbed her earlier! A cold and deadly rage rose up inside her, and it was only thanks to the habits of a lifetime that she was able to choke it into submission, control it rather than let it control her. Had she not done so, she was certain she would have attacked the masked creature that stood between her and Julien.<br/><br/>He turned to look at Sen and took 2 steps forwards. Pointing a finger at her.<br/><br/>"This scene has been played out long enough," he said, coming towards her with a vaccine of a similar to sort to the one he had used on Beau. His clavicle bearing a fresh blood wound "they've made their choice."<br/><br/>"No," Julien shot the newcomer down with an index finger, before pointing daintly at the panda "she hasn't made her choice. Let her decide what to do." he sniggered.<br/><br/>Allowing her face to return to its customary, impassive expression even as she silently gritted her teeth, Sen considered the situation, trying to come up with something that wouldn't play into the hands of either of the duo in front of her. She needed a definite plan of action... the trouble was, whilst she could consider options and repercussions all day, when it came to decisive, immediate action, that was something of a weak point for her. Those whom she knew well enough- and knew her well enough- to joke about such matters, had often said, in good-natured jest, that she liked to think twice before doing nothing; a statement not entirely untrue. In a seemingly unconscious imitation of Julien with his rubix cube, Sen retrieved her cane from her coat pocket, not extending it, but twirling and juggling it in her hand as she spoke, playing for time as she marshalled her thoughts.<br/><br/>"We had 3 choices you say?" she questioned, twirling her cane slowly, before intertwining it with her fingers, then twirling it again, "and making no choice is a choice as well? You do seem to like games with variables Mr. Summerfield... especially when you regulate them. Let's see... so far you've allowed Murder-In-The-Dark, Twenty Questions, and Catch (22) as games. I have to admit, I could never get into those games much when I was younger. Unpredictable is sooo vexing for a blind girl after all. No; what I liked was chess. Its a solid, reliable game after all, with nice steady rules, where you can calculate the outcome of every action you take pretty easily... some people think that makes it boring," Sen continued, pacing up and down a little as she talked, though still keeping a healthy distance from Julien and the newcomer, "but actually, it allows for some very inventive thinking. For instance; did you know you can end any game of chess, from the outset, in one move? All you have to do is take the right piece- any guesses what the piece may be?"<br/><br/>As Sen paused, drawing breath to continue, a sensation passed through the train- not the terrible and nausea-inducing unearthly sensations from before, but a simple, natural sensation that told her one simple fact: The train was beginning to slow down, which meant it couldn't be too far from it's destination. With that knowledge, a plan came to her mind. She looked at her audience of two, attempting to gauge their reaction so far.<br/><br/>The masked individual, thanks to that very mask, had a largely unreadable expression, but his body language, and the look in his eyes, suggested he was growing bored of her little speech- a possibility reinforced by the colours in his aura. Julien, on the other hand, seemed to be doing much the same thing as she was at precisely that moment- gauging her, attempting to calculate her disposition and how she would react, the same smirk of dark amusement still evident on his face. Fiddling a little with the wrist-strap to her can as she twirled it around her fingers, Sen spoke again.<br/><br/>"No guesses really?" She enquired, a tone of mock-surprise in her voice, "I am disappointed! Well, I guess I could tell you...and how about that; I'm doing it for free- no charge!"<br/><br/>On the word 'charge' Sen abruptly raised her hand and flung her cane in the direction of the masked newcomer. As expected, his uncanny reflexes allowed him to easily dodge, moving nearly a dozen paces away in an instant. Hitting  him had never been her intention though; in fact the entire move had been a feint. Inwardly, Sen smiled as the cane stopped mid-flight, swinging back towards her as the wrist-band, which she'd extended to it's maximum, pulled taut and then went slack. In the same instant, before the masked individual could readjust or adapt, Sen reached out with her other hand, grasping and pulling hard on the very security feature she'd mentioned to Beau before- the chain for the emergency brake. Groans and screeches of protesting metal resonated through the carriage as the length of the train shuddered and shook violently, throwing everything aboard off-balance. Or almost everything.<br/><br/>Sen, taking advantage of the moment of sudden inertia, went into a controlled slide, moving from her previous position to by the side of the inert Beau. Dragging him up with her as she rose to her feet, supporting his dead weight with her shoulders, she made her choice of door. Not the door by which they'd entered Julien's carriage, or the door to the engine pulling the train, but the door she now stood directly in front of- the door to the outside world. Delighted to find that, true to it's differing nature from all the preceding carriages, the door to this one opened smoothly, Sen delivered her promised answer as she firmed her grip on Beau and leapt from the train.<br/><br/>"The piece Mr. Summerfield," she called back over her shoulder, "the only piece you ever have to take to win the game? The<span style="font-style: italic">board</span>! It's the single most important piece there is; take it away and all the other pieces and all the rules are worthless! I don't care for the way your game is being played Mr. Summerfield, so I think I'll change the rules- oh and before you send your pawn there after me," Sen added, her soft voice drifting back phantom-like in her wake, "fair warning to him; he's never going to find me easy prey a second time!"