[Eight feels pretty comfortable trusting Ken to take point, and is now slowly walking backwards to see what is going on. The coach was... fancier than her last one. More domestic, perhaps? Were it not for the fact that they were suddenly abducted and that she really didn't have a very strong affinity for trains she would have found it nice.]
[But they were and so Eight is on edge.]
[She heard Ken give the order, and turns to look and see what is happening. Instead of a Octosniper there was nothing... nothing except the rustle of a giant worm digging for something in the rucksack.]
Is something the matter...? [She asked Ken, not terribly attentive to Wormmon's current plight.]
Sounds good!
[But they were and so Eight is on edge.]
[She heard Ken give the order, and turns to look and see what is happening. Instead of a Octosniper there was nothing... nothing except the rustle of a giant worm digging for something in the rucksack.]
Is something the matter...? [She asked Ken, not terribly attentive to Wormmon's current plight.]