"If I was a leader, I'd have to stop myself kicking people to death," she mutters, thinking of some of the idiocy she's seen around the train. It's definitely an exaggeration, but only insofar as she'd probably only kick them a few times.

She arranges the last sock on the lowest line of the rack, and stands up, wiping her hands on her hoody in brisk motions. "Okay, we're all done here! Have you eaten yet? Have you seen the kitchens?"