Quil had thought she could make her escape once she's let out, she starts to regret the trip somewhat.  As painful as wheeling the case was for her guard's nose, she had just enough space to smack her face and the back of her head into the case interior.  At least it was lined with felt.  And it kept the guard from slipping into the "She's more trouble when she's quiet" mentality, as she remained quite vocal over every bump.  Still, it would be worth it just to stretch herself out, and feel something else beneath her feet.<br/><br/>The case stops, and she hears the guard fiddling with his keys, and one of the locks clicks open.  Though she had planned to come up with a plan on the way, she was kept distracted.  She did manage to come up with something other then running once the case was opened in that short time.  Her eyes turned to the side, listening to the guard mumble something to himself.  And then what the guard said to her...<br/><br/>"Hold it, I'm going to go make sure the elven entertainer and Lady Cal'Drua know this is just a temporary stop..."<br/><br/>Quil's eyes went wide, and the small pika growls, seething with rage.  She hadn't even gotten a chance to leave this case and he's just abandoning her like this?  She was robbed!  Once the guard takes three steps away, she erupts, kicking and banging her arm against the case walls.<br/><br/>"What the hell do you think you're doing!  Let me the fuck out of this box you dirty fucking shit!  Quit chasing tail and do your fucking job or when I get off this train..."<br/><br/>Right there, something swings in front of her field of vision manages to quiet the creature down.  The lock dangling just on the other side of that crack, swinging like a pendlium just above her eyes, still gripping the key.  Such a blessing, and soon freedom, right in reach!  She slides the case as open as it will get, and squeezes a little hand to reach for the lock.  Carefully, she feels her way to the lock, and after a little fiddling, the result is a satisfying click, and freedom!<br/><br/>Hopping out of the case, she shakes herself off and stretches, smiling proudly.  Looking to the left and the right, she can't see any sign of the guard who's supposed to be watching her, and to the doors to the washroom.  A sly grin appears on her lips, and using the case as a stepping stool, she slips into the room, and procures enough toilet paper and paper towel to fill the case.  Quil smiles, looking at the arrangement.  "It doesn't look like much of a dummy," she thinks.  "But without the key, that bastard shouldn't have the light to be able to get a good enough look.  Should buy me some time."  One more click form the lock, and an exausted decision to leave the case lying down, Quil pockets the key and proceeds down the hall, ambling towards the exit.<br/><br/>Sevena steps through the door before Quil can, prompting the pika to watch, and then follow.  It was probably the one time she could actually engage someone else during the trip, and after getting close, her eyes turn to Yasha.  It took a bit to even notice the fact the squirrel had just armed herself, though not wearing a guard's uniform.<br/><br/>"Going out for a little target practice?"  In this case, Quil just decides to say the first thing that comes to mind, trying to sound as friendly as she can.