It was just a scrap of paper. Honestly, he'd picked it up with the intention of disposing of it, since no one wanted random bits of trash laying around the train. But when he read it out of curiosity, he had a feeling he knew who it belonged too. And also that it hadn't been meant to be read.

The question was, what to do about it now? Assuming he was correct, of course. All the mentions of missions sounded familiar, but with how many people there were on the train, he could be wrong. And he didn't want anyone to think he might've been going through their stuff...