The train lurched beneath her and Mildred braced herself. As it picked up steam, most of the people in the car seemed to relax. And why shouldn't they relax? It was gonna be a long ride and Mildred settled in to get herself a cat nap. She hadn't missed Carrie's glare at her. The older looking female ignored it. Yes. She hadn't seen what the girl could do, but she wasn't in the mood for jokes at this time. Or even playful questions. You were either a mechanic or you weren't. It was clear cut in her mind. It would have been a lot better if the girl had said she was training. Then Mildred could have seen the logic in stating she thought she was a mechanic. Maybe she even was, though the tinker doubted it. This wasn't a good place to teach trainees. At least not if you want them back alive and unbittered.<br/><br/>The vibrations of the engines soon had her dozing off. Not enough for a full out sleep, but enough that her surroundings were like a dull blur in the background. To say she wasn't really paying attention would have been an accurate description of her during the train ride.<br/><br/>After all, if they were gonna explore, they would need all the rest they could get.