Still curled up in a small ball, Alan was snapped out his paranoia attack by a loud grumbling from his stomach. Thinking back, he realized that he hadn't eaten for a couple of hours. As this thought passed his mind, almost on cue, the speaker came on, saying how they would be another two hours until their destination and that their luggage was on the back of the train, waiting for one of them to get. Alan knew that there would probably be food in his luggage, and if he went back to get the luggage, then nobody could steal his. He stood up, taking a moment to stretch out, and faced the soon-to-be residents of the Ellexkir District.
"Don't worry guys, I'll get the luggage for you and pass it out." he said, already walking down the aisle, not waiting for anyone to object. Maybe they would think he was being nice, trust him as he would never trust them.
When he got back to the luggage, he saw truly how few people were on the Ellexkir train. There couldn't have been more than ten bags or so. Still, it would take multiple trips, so he should save his bag for last so that he could keep an eye on it. Grabbing two bags at random, he checked the tags on them. They appeared to belong to a "Keita" and a "Leon". Well, he would have to meet these people at some point, right? Turning back, he prepared for what would probably the most uncomfortable experience of his day.