The sudden stop didn't really startle him -- everything about this world reeked of 'faintly unreliable'. And he didn't worry much about his compartment-mate openly carrying weapons, considering he had a sword casually slung over his back himself.

But when she drew that weapon and aimed it at the door, Morgan sat bolt upright from his lazy lean, then hit his feet a moment later. "Whoa, hey! There's no need for that!"