"It's okay" Keith said, he noticed her contact, but it didn't bother him. As the train finally got up to speed, Keith began to notice some people, but he didn't pick any fighters out of the crowd, just a few odd balls, a few couples, and a few loners with their hoods up and their music on. Something piqued his interest about one of the fellows in a hoodie, he could see arm wraps already on him. He whispered to Zebel<br/><br/>"You think he's going to the tournament?" He asked in a hushed whisper, trying not to raise attention and also trying to put her at ease, it was 30 minutes to the next stop when she could move to a free seat and to be stressed out before a fight was never a good thing.