Casey had just been digging around through the heaps of luggage for his stuff, listening in on their idle chit-chat when chaos broke loose.

For the time being, the hog stayed on the sidelines; he looked more interested, even amused, than threatened, but then again, when your gun is a part of your arm and you don't even have to reach for it, maybe it's easy to feel prepared.

"Stowaways and scoundrels! I cannot stand for such injustices when there is a crime afoot!"

Sir Corin Reginald Sidney Theophilus Dupont Quincy carried on like this in a long-winded way that would awe even the boar's loris acquaintance, and he indeed waved his spear around without any regard for the fact that they told him not to do just such a thing.

"Why, they tried to prevent me from bringing this weapon upon this fair train! Did they not know that it would be all but essential for stopping misdeeds?"

And so on.

"Ahah! What have you to hide, spiky one?" he interrogated, changing his subject mid-sentence and moving forward to very nearly prod the green hedgehog with the business end of his polearm. He then turned on Ace to do the same. "Some roguish thievery you wish to conceal?"

Mako was trying very hard to pretend he, and their very loud visitor, didn't exist. Big had managed to fall asleep.

If one could see past Sir Corin and his spear-waving, and past the bright light from the sun reflecting off of the mountain snow, one could see through the still-open train car doors that a vanilla-colored mouse was standing in the doorway of the passenger car, quietly peering into the luggage car at everyone he could see, other than the justice-fueled rambling knight. His expression was flat and hard to read, especially because of the classy sunglasses he sported, which complimented the clean navy blue suit and bright yellow turtleneck sweater he wore. The only thing he was missing was the fancy dress shoes; instead he wore brown hiking boots.

With a quiet sigh, he learned against the frame of the door with his hands tucked in the hands of his pockets, the whipping wind tugging at his suit jacket and, well, the rest of himself, too.

The silent figure didn't seem put off by the harsh greeting in the slightest. Maintaining his relaxed demeanor, he straightened himself up a little but kept leaning against the door, with a small amused smirk on his face.

"You know," he began, his voice smooth and just as relaxed like the rest of him, "I was just asking myself that question, too. The answer I have is that I'm staring at a bunch of people standing around in a place they don't really belong. 'Normal' passengers shouldn't be rifling around in the baggage car like it seems you're doing... Neither should the 'gentleman' there be prying his way into such affairs."

He lifted his left wrist up to his face, idly checking the watch strapped to it before sticking his hand back into his coat pocket.

"Then again, maybe it's none of my business," he added, his smirk widening into a grin devoid of any true mirth.

At that moment, apparently of its own volition, the lid of a large, aged, beaten, and heavy-looking trunk swung thoughtlessly open, liable to clock anyone sitting too close, either with the lid itself, or the mountain of miscellaneous luggage dispatched from it.

From within, a searingly bright LED lantern flooded the room with its relentless white, all but eclipsing the head and shoulders that followed it, rising slowly from the trunk's depths via an almost Draculian sit-up.

"Is very hard to read foreign language story with so much loud talking," Latika complained, mildly exasperated.

"Latika?!"

The hog's head very nearly spun backwards to look at her before his body followed along. She was the last person he expected to be along, and actually succeeded in distracting him from the ongoing spectacle. You know, the one in which some of his acquaintances actually knew the guy with the spear, and where there was some guy in sunglasses standing around and displaying the most overtly mysterious mannerisms he could muster.

"What're you doin' here?!" he hissed in a whisper as he tromped a couple short steps over to her, looking incredibly concerned and maybe ... responsible. "Your family's gonna think I kidnapped you!"