She's awake. She just doesn't feel well enough to talk right now.
She closes her eyes and thinks of resting for a moment, but as warmth begins to seep back to her bone, she finds that she's being way, way too cool about being kidn*pped and shoots out of bed, intending to run out the door and never, ever take the train again.
The stranger is in the way, however, though he doesn't make a move to stop her.
He smiles at her and it's not like the other smiles, which have been loaded and dangerous. He is gazing at her with such deep, unending affection, touching her cheek as if she's a valuable gem, and her mind is a mess of emotions and thoughts and it takes a moment for her to realize that he's saying something, and she only hears the tail end of his question.
"-everything you want it to b
