"Maybe..."<br/><br/>Zebel couldn't see much around the hoodie of the other male Keith had pointed out, though as if on cue the male turned around, catching Zebel's eyes on him. She was silent as the male seemed to scan her up and down, though lingered over some of the more... intimate places on her form. The male broke out into a smile as he looked at her, winking. Zebel shifted just a bit uncomfortably, hardly noticed, but Keith would be the only to know, considering how close they set to one another. He would clearly feel the shift of her body next to his.<br/><br/>Leaning in against the side of Keith's body, a smile pressed her lips as she held her gaze to the other male, whether he was a fighter or not. Zebel just wanted to make the point clear that she wasn't available to anyone. Leaning into Keith she reared her head back to brushed the side of her face against his shoulder, whispering to him in the process.<br/><br/>"I hope you don't mind what I am about to do, I want his ego to drop a few notches..."<br/><br/>The male was steadily watching zebel, which made her itch to just punch the man in the face but, other colder things came to mind. Seemed this male thought of himself as a ladies man, and Zebel completely hated such things. Noting that Zebel raised out of her seat, her hands coming to either side of her dress to hike it up a notch or two. She could hear the low whistle from the other male, but she turned her back to him, and moved back into her seat area, but spread each leg over the lap of Keith, straddling him in his seat. Her hands came up to spread over the front of his chest as she leaned in to the side of his neck, curtaining Keith's and her face from the other male as she whispered against his neck.<br/><br/>"Don't get too many ideas... "<br/><br/>Zebel pulled back and slanted her eyes to the side, looking to see if the male was still looking at her, which he was. She could only guess that he figured she was playing a game with the male, this brought a sigh to her lips as she moved her hands to Keith, shifting his hands up to her hips as she pressed the line of their bodies together, leaning to him so that the form of their lips met together. Zebel made the motions  against Keith and hoped that he wouldn't take it too far, from the male came loud curses in which case a sound of foot steps were made, the male had gotten up and walked to the back of the train, leaving into the second compartment of the train.