The doors opened, and, conveniently, it looked like they were going to get the train car mostly to themselves. People exited, but everyone already on the platform went out of their way to avoid getting into the same car as the blooded-up Turk and the small child with him.

Smart folks, Reno mused, leading her to the door and stepping onto the train.

"Pick a seat?"

The fact that the big ugly thing was full of chairs would hopefully help get the point across?