Jesus Christ! Ginny's hands jerk up towards her face, only redirecting at the last second, with the force of how much she instinctively wants to squash the alarmed shriek building up in her lungs. She manages to stay quiet under her own power, though, even as Gabe 'Evidently, I Lift' Starling manages to grab a guy's fist mid-air. It's like he didn't get the memo and he's currently living through House of Flying Daggers while the quartet in front of them struggled through their rent-a-cop tutorials.

Ginny's got a spare few spells that would be useful, here, if everything keeps unspooling the way it already has. She's gripping at her cross-body bag a bit too tightly, and she can feel her magic tightening its hold on her - like her skin's shrunk, like she's wearing a wetsuit.

Everyone lives like that, right at the edge of something ugly, for those few moments where Gabe steps forward and the ringleader stares him down. One guy moves like he's gonna go at it, too, but the front one puts out one large hand and stops him.

"No, it's fine, guys. Fuckin' chill." There's a general agitation from them, a shifting like hyenas pacing behind the bars at a zoo, but the head guy stays firm and no one crosses the invisible barrier his arm makes across the train cab. "Gives us time to buy ourselves some silver. For next time."

Ginny bites back any warnings on how that probably won't go as well as they think, if they stay this unorganized. Probably best not to give out hints. Instead, she presses close up against Gabe's back. Her fingers feel slightly shaky and numb when she adjusts her bag again. "C'mon." The train's finally at a full halt. The doors will open in just seconds. "Let's go."

And, hopefully, they get to walk right off the train without any more flying punches or gross bravado.