What is it with these fancy trains? And how the hell are we going this fast without falling backwards?
Let's be honest, Niles was no physics specialists, and to further add to the feeling of uneducated, he was baffled as he stood in the bathroom, staring at all the gizmos and gadgets. For one, there were buttons on the toilet. BUTTONS! And they weren't marked, 'flush, cleanse, whatever else rich people have for an option', either. They were blank, metallic buttons. And sure, okay, his district had tooth brushes, paste, and faucets... But in his slums, you were lucky to have the whole works altogether at one time. He'd known how to use each one, but the problem with these were that they were.. electric? How does one make a toothbrush in to a machine? Wasn't it all about your motion, not it's? When he pressed the button, he literally stared at it until it flung the toothpaste back up his direction - splattering his face and clothing.
Well, I suppose that's why the stylist kept saying to dress last.
Throwing his shirt over his shoulders and using it to wipe the rest off of his face, he entered back in to the bedroom and tossed it on to his bed. Striding over to the wooden dresser, he noted all of the 'dress up' shirts he'd crammed in there were now terribly wrinkled. I think it's safe to assume that I no housekeeper, and I have no idea how to do all this junk. Worst part? He hadn't brought anything else. Hesitantly, he reached for one, slipped it on unbuttoned, and then walked out in to the hallway, calling down the rows of doors,
"Hey! Who's got a spare shirt?" Before anyone could answer him in that direction, he turned around to face the other direction of the corridor, calling out again, "Anyone? Apparently, they've given us killer toothbrushes in this train! Bout as fast as the damn thing, too!"
Spinning back around, that's when he spotted her leaving her assigned room. He choked up a little, but kept his posture relaxed and carefree, just in case someone else came out and tossed him a shirt. He opened his mouth to say something, but she looked like the last person who gave a damn about what might come out of his mouth. Naturally, he settled with a greeting, instead. Nothing formal, nothing personal, just.. Simple and distant, the way she seemed to want things.
"Hey."