Shortly after the brief security check, the train wagon's door slid open again with a rumble. Yes this time it wasn't the conductor that stepped through. The woman dressed in dark and light greens looked around, mouthing a silent "sorry" as she slid the door back shut. She appeared flat chested, but the long pinkish hair reaching past her butt left little doubt of what could be her gender. An expensive-looking camera hung from her neck, which was a surprise, since she had a camera hipbag she could store the sensitive equipment in. Tiredness wore heavily on her features as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, walking through hallway she opened up her bag, pulling out a half-full plastic bottle of water and an already opened bag of dry cookies.<span style="color: red">"We're nearly there now, don't worry. Anyone hungry or thirsty? Hurt?"</span>She had a soft, soothing voice.<span style="color: red">"I don't have much but it's better than nothing."</span><br/><br/>The woman's behaviour was a stark contrast attitude of the others aboard the refugee train. Most were too busy, worried or self-centered to pay attention to anyone but themselves, let alone give away part of the limited supplies they had been allowed to bring along the train trip. She managed to work up the strength to smile.<span style="color: red">"If someone wants to sleep, my bed in the rear wagons might still be unoccupied. I've also got some towels that can be used as pillows if you want to rest your head here."</span>She rubbed her eyes again, betraying that she was a lot more tired than her smile was letting on.<br/><br/>She leaned against the door leading into the wagon, effectively blocking it from anyone trying to enter. Though a knock from the other side would be enough to alert her of her blockade, it would also notify everyone else in the wagon. She looked over everyone in turn, inspecting their faces, and clothes, seeing if anyone needed her help.<span style="color: red">"You can let your friends out now if you managed to hide them from security. I won't let anyone in without knocking first."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>