She entered the compartment, her eyes instantly scanning the people for a Spencer but found none of them. Good. She did find one of the Fitzgerald Lascano's, though. Her eyes briefly focussed on her but didn't move anywhere near her. She didn't have a reason to hate them, or even to talk to any of them, save that their dad fired her own. Throwing herself into one of the corners, she pulled out a book, deciding she was going to spend the next few hours ignoring reality.