It was only when the jackal woman was too far away to look back at us that we realized the silence of the dome car wasn't as so; there were hushed whispers around us, and glancing at either side, Dana and I could see various guests at our end of the car were all looking at us in worry, and for a little while, Dana and I stared back, flustered.
"...okay." Dana eventually spoke first. "The sleeve thing's off the list."
"Nothing to see here, folks, just a minor misunderstanding here at work!" I loudly announced, waving my arms over my head as I clumsily got back up, but only a few guests were convinced to look away. "Rest assured, my friend here and I can promise that there's nothing to worry abou-"
"...and its from inside sources that witness has been paid to various acts of recklessness and miscreant on the part of the staff, carelessness committed at the expense of safety and comfort for guests and staff, leading a certain customer running in fear and anger from poor service!"
At that, Dana and I both seized up, that voice speaking just loud enough for us to hear over the distance. While most of the passengers were still giving stares, one crammed into one of the end booths was still facing away, silhouetted by the glare of a laptop's screen.
"Thus, while exact outcomes may still be hard to predict from this occurrence, its apparent that claims of such acts may not be as uncommon as one would expect from a foundation of such prestige and glamour, putting a dark, rancid stain on the surface of what was once a shining monument to prosperity and success!"
We both gave one another a worried glance, then stepped forward and began approaching them, taking care to smooth out the wrinkles in our suits.
The closer we got, the more we could make out the sound of claws typing away at a keyboard, along with the particularly eclipsing figure of whoever it was, and not just because of her size. From the waist up, she was a complete twig, intact, but everything below the belt was hurried beneath an imposing cliff of ass that practically exploded out of her behind, each cheek reserved in its own chair like a pair of large, scaly gray boulders stuffed within her black pants, feet dressed in shoes that barely poked out from her overburdening cankles.
"Hmm..." She stroked a clawed hand through hair that was slicked back with grease, the other rubbing at her snout's chin as she closely read through a word document yet to be finished. "I can never remember...is 'scandal' spelled with two a's, or one?"
"Uh..." I rubbed at my right elbow. "Excuse me, miss?"
The lizard-woman turned her head and noticed us standing behind a short distance away, a friendly smile reaching across her muzzle. "Anything I can do for you two?"
"Well, we..." I began numbly, wondering what to say first. "We just heard you reading from your laptop there, and uh..."
"Oh, that?" She pointed at her screen, frowning. "I wasn't bothering you two with that, wasn't I? I'm sorry if I was."
"No, not at all, uh..." Dana leaned forward, trying to read through some of it. "What's it about?"
"Nothing pertaining to you two, if that's what your wondering. Just a pair of miscreants I've heard of who were ruining the experience for customers at a very prestigious resort they worked at, one some distance from here." She turned back to continue typing up her article, smiling again. "Certainly not somebody like you guys, I'm sure."
Dana and I shared another look, the two of us visibly sweating.
"Still, I guess I shouldn't be too hard on them...there's always a second story, I suppose." The lizard lady rambled on, interlocking her claws together. "It's just really hard to concentrate when I'm in that kind of mood..."
Knowing her tone all to well, I sighed as I reluctantly hitched up my belt, walking up to her side. "Is there anything I can help you with for that 'mood,' then, miss?"
She pursed her lips together, staring blankly at her laptop before she glanced back at us with a raised eyebrow, then...