Shiro blinked as he heard laughter and growled as he realized it was at him, bearing his teeth at the offender. He went to a seat even farther away and sat with his back to the window and his feet on the seat. He held his katana close, ready to use it if the Saints came or if one of the strangers got to close to him. He waited in silence with his ears laid back, flicking his tail in annoyance. He was anxious for the train to get them out of there.