Shrugging, Grayther stuffed the package ham-handedly back into his pockets, not exactly caring whether the cigarettes got mashed. Maybe the girl was scared of him. After all, he was a lot taller and probably stronger than her, and carried a rifle around like a backpack. Not for the first time, he wished he could shrink down to two inches and disappear in the snow. He hunched forward a little, trying to shelter his neck from the snow even a little bit. Out of the corner of his eye, he kept noticing how nervous the girl seemed - sighing, biting her lip, stuffing her hands in her pockets - though maybe the last one was simply because she didn't own any gloves.<span style="font-style: italic">What's that to you, anyway?</span><br/><br/>After another few miserably cold moments, the tram finally arrived with many a shriek from the probably ancient brakes. Grayther shook his head as he hurried into the somewhat warmer compartment, partly to shake off the snow, partly in disbelief that no one seemed to take care of these things anymore. He flopped down into a seat on the far side of the entrance, stretching his longs legs as the girl entered as well, sitting on the opposite side. There was no one else there, but then again, who would voluntarily leave their house tonight? He folded his fingers behind his head and leant backwards, which was about as comfortable as he could get without disgracing himself to lie on the seats like a child.<br/><br/>"Where are you going?" The question popped out by itself to his immense surprise. Oh, dear. When did he learn not to talk to strangers? Now she would probably assume he was some sort of freak rapist murderer.<span style="font-style: italic">But you haven't really spoken to anyone for a while, surely she'll understand that,</span>his inner voice cooed, making Grayther roll his eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">Right, make myself even creepier. As if that won't make her even more certain that I am, in fact, a serial killer. Ooooh, my apologies. I kinda am, aren't I?!</span><br/><br/>Not entirely sure whether he had spoken aloud or not, he cleared his throat pulled his mouth into what he hoped was a friendly smile. Honestly, he couldn't even tell anymore.