Announcement: The next train to Garden Street is now approaching.
Thorn: I’ll escort you home.
. . . Oh, right, hour of rushing. Be as small as you can.
Thorn (thinking): It’s going to be even more crowded when the fest starts. I hope Leif doesn’t mind.
I’ll wear something with a high collar, so people don’t get scared I’ll whip out the sword . . .
Subway dude: Check out the snow queen.
Thorn (thinking): Although there are some civilians I wouldn’t mind scaring in public.