Her head tilted to the side, looking at him with a baffled gaze, she could defeat him? She was nearly bemused by that idea, shaking her head, though when he got up and walked away, she stilled, silent, uncertain.<span style="font-style: italic">There ya go.... run another one off...</span>She remained perfectly still, she didn't know what to do, though she felt a little.... awkward now, what had she done wrong? She didn't look behind her, though she took a deep breath and eased it out, keeping calm for the most part as her mind tried to play games on her.<br/><br/>Leaning back into the seat now her legs crossed, and it almost appeared as though she was back to normal yet... the inside was torn, to go were he was or to just... forget.<span style="font-style: italic">You don't even know the guy, you get attached too easy... thats whats wrong with you.</span>There was a mental nod of confirmation from this thought, that little voice in her head was more right then she wanted it to be yet... the strange attraction she had to Keith was one she couldn't deny, just being close was more then enough.  Folding her arms she sat for some time, just waiting and wanting the train ride to come to a end, just so they could get off and all of this be over. The train was too... closed in all of a sudden.<br/><br/>Soon enough the train was coming to a end, the speed it had was slowing them down, and with that, they came to their stop, just the pair of them unless others emerged from the other cars somewhere. Zebel raised from her seat, gathering her three bags as she made her way to the exit of the train, she didn't make nor take the effort to see where or what Keith was doing, she pretty much stayed to herself now, as though they hadn't met before, ever.  Stepping off the train her eyes moved over the new area, she was mainly looking to see where this tournament had landed her now. Her eyes went to the first large sign that came to view one that said 'Welcome to Los Vegas'. This made her brow raise before she moved pass the sign, there was a few people standing away from the platform with signs in hand, one sign was looking for a family while the other sign read 'tournament fighters' on the front.<br/><br/>"Well then... that makes this visit easier... no searching for anything."<br/><br/>There was a half smile to her lips as she walked to the male holding the sign, he wore a tailored suit and pants, hair black and cut close to the top of his head. If Zebel had a guess she would pin him down as a military figure, more then likely a body guard if anything. That made her brow peek higher now, though considering this was a fighters fight... having strong men to rein in the wild fights would be needed, huh?