There was a murmur of almost near silent sounds, the full weight of the erection pressing between her thighs was more then enough to drive away her full sanity but, she had to keep it and her wits. The tournament was going to only get that much more dangerous. Her hands slid over Keith's shoulder, massaging lightly as she nodded her head in full understanding, she didn't trust her lips to speak yet, she would surly say something that would prevent them both from leaving the train, though her body signs weren't doing much better either, were they?<br/><br/>"I just don't understand why Max or his employer would have any sort of interest in me. I come from a broken home, and lived on the streets most of my life, it hardly seems to be of any high interest to someone who has millions of dollars..."<br/><br/>Zebel shifted her weight over his lap, wedging him tighter between her thighs, had it not been for the clothing they were, just that thin barrier of clothing, this conversation wouldn't even be happening. To that Zebel was thankful in a sense yet displeased by it. Since day one of their meeting Zebel had found this man, the one he crush bus shelters, strangely attractive and somehow a safe haven for protection. It was strange how he had wormed his way into her life, even more so that there was the off chance that they would possibly be fighting one another by the end of the tournament.The conflation of thought was nearly more then she could handle.<br/><br/>Moving her head she wedge between his shoulder and the side of his neck, taking comfort and protection it offered her. She was scared, worried, and almost driven to the point of leaving it all behind yet... there was this one stable rock in her life, Keith. He had barreled through cars, ripped doors off limos, and taken a barrage of darts, what would she honestly do without him? If he was gone... what would she do? The bare thought caused her to circle her arms around him tighter, keeping him pinned against her chest as she whispered to his ear.<br/><br/>"I would much rather be back at the hotel with you doing..."<br/><br/>Her words were cut short as the intercom of the train crackled to life, bringing it to life with a voice that caused her to stiffen once more.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Alright fighters, you have ten minutes before the train arrives at the battle ground. Prepare your belongings to depart the train."</span><br/><br/>There was a sigh from Zebel's lips as she moved to sit up on his lap, looking down at him as she watched the facial expressions of his gaze. He understood and and sworn to protect her, what more could she ask for? Licking her lower lip Zebel shifted to the side, lowering down off his lap, though a smile thinned her lips as she looked to his lap, shaking her head just a bit.<br/><br/>"You should put that away before you make everyone else jealous."<br/><br/>Moving now Zebel shifted over him, as though to straddle his lap again yet this time, she moved over the top of him to escape her seat beside of him. Her eyes went to the window as she noted the train slowing down now, her hands fisted together as she inhaled a deep breath, holding it for a couple of minutes before letting it ease out. She wasn't sure what to expect at the fight tonight, but she was going to do her best to be on guard, neither of them could afford any sort of distractions now.