It had felt like an unnecessairly long trip for Quil.  Although the room she was staying in was furnished for a creature with her needs, Quil still had to contend with several restrictions for her unique situation.  Not even a pencil was permitted beyond her door, but she at least got a few books.  Still, it didn't stop her from causing a little trouble in her own room.  After all, she did want to proceed to the shadetown, but the security detail in her room seemed more like a challenge to her then a restraint, or it was at the start.  There was quite a bit of commotion amongst the crew overnight, something hauled off in a strongbox, and someone scolding someone else about leaving behind a dime.<br/><br/>Even now, once the train stops at the trading post, the posted guard, a grey-furred wolf armed with a stun baton opens up the door into Quil's room, prompted by the shouting from within.  He looks like he knows to expect a headache, but he has to do his job.  If anyone looked in beforehand, it doesn't look like there was anything to worry about.  Some of the furniture was moved around, and the wall mounted radio looks like it had been broken and sealed up.  The room's occupant is certainly restrained, shouting from a luggage case leaning against a wall with a few holes punched into the case.  The guard leans up against the wall, trying to reason with the loudly ranting pika.<br/><br/>"When are you going to open this damned case!  We've arrived, haven't we?  I need to pick out suitable slaves so I can have my lab built right away!  I don't have all day!"<br/><br/>"It's an unscheduled stop," the wolf simply replies.  "And before you ask, no, I don't know the situation.  Ten minutes, and I'm sure the engineers will inform us.  Until then, you'll just have to sit tight, alright?"<br/><br/>"Well, this has nothing to do with keeping me in here!  Open this fucking case!"<br/><br/>"You're right.  That bomb you built has to..."<br/><br/>"It wasn't a bomb!  I don't have the stuff to build a bomb!  It was a rail gun!  There's a difference!"<br/><br/>"What?  Other then the size of the hole you'll blow in the train?"<br/><br/>"It would be a controlled!  And it would only break a hole in the door, so the structural intregity of the rest of the train wouldn't be affected, and even if it did, the *hole* would only be superficial!  It wouldn't affect the train's..."<br/><br/>"Or your chances of getting out anytime soon."<br/><br/>The guard proceeds out into the hall, a little more exasperated from the "chat".  About to close the door shut, the occupant just blurts out, "Bathroom!"  The guard lets out a heavy sigh, bumps his forehead against the door, and proceeds to wheel the case down the hall.