[There is one little girl here who doesn't seem to really notice much going on around the train. Or, if she does, she's too preoccupied with playing inside the walls to really care.
In a seemingly ordinary passenger car, there's the distinctive sound of rustling within the overhead compartments; the sound of someone crawling around inside, and even the occasional giggle. Not a weird ghostie, or the train being strange again! Just a rather carefree Marlene~
If anyone's there to look, they might catch a pair of smudged bare feet swinging back and forth over the edge, toes wiggling as their owner giggles to herself.
Take a gander into the compartments, and they might catch a glimpse of Marlene playing with a familiar stuffed
moogle, talking to it as if it would talk back.]
It's not cold in here!
[Yet~]