From what Chris was telling him, it seemed to Wesley that he was worried as to what would happen without a chef aboard the train, especially as some other carnivorous species had boarded the train too. And when he mentioned that the storage man may possibly have already met his demise and the possible abscence of a conductor, Wesley frowned. He knew that at least one conductor was necessary to ensure that every passenger had paid for their tickets and that they were all safe, but even though catboys like him were known to be quite powerful predators (but also quite desirable prey), he now started to feel quite uncomfortable, confirmed by him rubbing the back of his neck with one of his paws - something which he only did when he felt nervous.<br/><br/>"So...let me run this through," he replied curiously, sliding his shirt on which he gripped tightly with the claws of both paws, "you're...scared for your safety because of there being no chef or conductor?" He pondered, hoping that there was some food that the chef had forgotten to take with him still in one of the storage areas or kitchens. He wondered if there was any way in which he could locate the room where it was stored and possibly intrude, though he didn't know how he would do this.<br/><br/>"Well, I still have one spot free...although...I might not be the best person to do it because of...well, um..." He hesitated, momentarily breaking eye-contact with Chris, hoping that his dark side's booming voice wouldn't surface again or that Chris would attack him because of what he would say. "Because of our species, like. May not look like it, but...I have a lot of cat in me."<span style="font-style: italic">Uh oh, Wes.</span>warned his mind.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm not sure if you should have said that.</span><br/><br/>"I know how to control myself though." he added quickly, praying that this would be a reassurance and a friendly gesture. "But it could be worse; both of us could be stuck with a Naga."