Alley glanced sidelong at the guy who spoke up, and then took a closer look. Human, probably. The two-toned hair was novel.

"You haven't," the elf confirmed, voice as rough as the grittiest of sandpaper. Damage coupled with disuse could do that. "I'm pretty memorable."

As was most of the train's... residents, from what she'd seen. But few if any with her kind of facial scarring, and none with missing limbs. She gripped the ticket tighter in her singular hand, or at least tried to, the fingers hidden in soft leather unable to do more than shake when trying to tighten on something so thin.

"You part of the welcome wagon, then?"