[Clothes. Blankets. Clothes, more blankets. Echoing Rosie’s lead, Yuri kneels down and pulls at another bag, this one softer and only zipped shut. Prying at the metallic seam reveals much the same.
[Another luggage, sturdier. Pried open. Yields naught but fabric.]
It’s strange. [Yuri pulls at a shirt, short-sleeved and nondescript. Something red stuffed in the crevice catches her eye; for the moment, she ignores it. Glances to Rosie, eyeing his focus on his own wares.] Only a thorough pilfer through the whole train could be certain, but…
no subject
[Clothes. Blankets. Clothes, more blankets. Echoing Rosie’s lead, Yuri kneels down and pulls at another bag, this one softer and only zipped shut. Prying at the metallic seam reveals much the same.
[Another luggage, sturdier. Pried open. Yields naught but fabric.]
It’s strange. [Yuri pulls at a shirt, short-sleeved and nondescript. Something red stuffed in the crevice catches her eye; for the moment, she ignores it. Glances to Rosie, eyeing his focus on his own wares.] Only a thorough pilfer through the whole train could be certain, but…
It really just seems like cloth.