Dod took the wrapped ice from the woman and smiled kindly, "Thanks dollface and I'm fine, wouldn't be the first time that I have gotten myself into trouble."
The polite, young American from earlier came up behind Dod and patted her gently on the shoulder before heading to the bar car. Dod stared after him curiously for a bit till he was out of sight. She turned her attention back to the woman, "Well now that there's no one to interrupt us, why don't you tell me you name?" she asked, moving a lock of the woman's hair behind her ear gently.
There was a sudden loud commotion coming from the cart over. Though Dod was curious what was going on now, she stayed where she was, partly because she had had enough of the men in the bar car and partly because it would be rude to leave the woman in the middle of their conversation.
Another man from their cabin moved past them and into the bar car. Dod noticed that shortly after he entered the commotion, which was undoubtedly another fight, ended rather quickly. She could also vaguely see the bartender looking a bit miffed at the amount of fights that he had to deal with. Dod smiled a little at the thought of everyone in their cabin being a hood, she was honestly a little proud of that even.
"Now what do you say we head to that Sheik's Presidential cabin for a ciggy and quiet conversation between a small few?" Dod asked and before the blond could answer Dod linked their arms and stared at her expectantly. After the fight she just had and her drink, Dod wanted nothing more than to just sit with a small number of people and have a quiet conversation; no yelling; no fights; no coming in and out of conversations, just one conversation to focus on. That's all she wanted.