By the time the thirty second warning sounded, Kaira had witnessed several fights caused by people trying to squeeze through the doors when the carriage was already completely rammed. One of the fights ended with people spilling out of the carriage. They were quickly grabbed by those waiting on the platform, shoved away, leaving precious space on the transit which those waiting could shove their way into.
“Is it always this crowded?” Kaira asked Tarkus.
A woman standing beside them, jammed in and half leaning over Kaira, chuckled.
“No,” she said, her voice harsh and gravelly. “Sometimes it’s worse! I’m guessing this is your first trip. Am I right?”
Kaira looked up and smiled slightly.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Well it’s either that or you’re used to riding in the executive car. No
