Zebel sat in her empty seat, keeping her back to him as she looked out to the blurring wall of bricks, her thought contemplating everything that had happened. She had only meant to knock the ego of the unknown male down a few degrees, she wasn't just a piece of ass for men to look at and cat-call to. The thought was enough to send fire burning through her vanes, her hands clasping together as she bit down on her lower lip, the pain seemed to make it all go away, to just release it all as she contained herself on the train ride.<br/><br/>After a finally tidbit of rustling from the direction of Keith, she turned slowly, not really wanting to look at him yet... she did. First it was a cut of her eyes from the corner, careful to make sure he wasn't looking at her, and once she was certain he was asleep she turned more fully so that her left leg drew up under her body and her right leg drew of to the front of her chest, though found that to be a compromising position in the drew she wore. For the most part she lowered her right leg back down and drew it under her body as well. Her arms came to the top of the seat behind her, crossing over one another so that her head could lay over the top of them. The few minutes that lay in between that she starred at the sleeping Keith, she couldn't help but to note his form, the thickness of his arms, chest, even his legs.<br/><br/>Licking her lips her gaze traveled from the south to the north of his form, coming to rest on his face as he slept. What had she truly been thinking, doing all of that to him? More or less not even bothering to ask him. She started to feel sorry for him, for her own stupidity had gotten ahead of her, which more times then not she couldn't keep in check. Pursing her lips she tilted her head to the side, resting it over her arms as her hair formed like a pillow under her head. There was a few strands of hair that fell over the side of her forehead and some along the line of her neck. She was going to attempt to sleep as it seemed the train ride was going to be a long one, but... she found it a bit harder to tear her eyes from Keith.<br/><br/>After some much needed coaching made mentally to herself, she finally tore her gaze away long enough, so that the lids of her eyes folded down, letting her get what little sleep she could before they reached their destination.