Whipping her head in Annie's direction with her alarm, it seemed she was not unique in this realization, for those cool blue opticals were more intent on searching the environment than the soft glow of her phone. She did not, however, present as much distinguished trepidation over the odd revelation, rather, her brows were pressed into affliction.

It was not closed. The trams were still shown to be running, and aside from the dingy decay and unkemptness of the station, things seemed active.

The creeping distress reigned in the back of her mind as she shoved her unease under a boot, taking the moment to truly evaluate the lack of people in a rather populated and industrious town. She listened for footsteps, she listened for voices, she listened even for the revving of cars beyond the stairs they had trudged down.

Annie had gone back to peering at her phone. In her personal effort to capture the reins on her suspicions, Mikasa slid her own cell from the pocket of her jacket, and immediately began dialing away at – oh, Eren had mentioned that morning that the bill for his service had yet to be paid. Her thumb discoursed into tabbing in Armin's number instead.

In the very least, she could inform them of why the two were so fashionably late. Why she had not gotten a call from them already was beyond her – perhaps she did not credit her peers with enough patience. A drawling tone sounded instead of the usual ringing she might receive. With furrowed brows, she pulled it away from her ear, and checked her signal bar, which ever so affectionately responded with No Service.

"Annie."

The blonde was over near a corner by a vacant ticket booth. The lights were still on inside. Even so, it was far too dark where they were for her taste. Both arms were propped up on the ledge from the window, and she was scowling so heavily towards the interior, Mikasa felt as if the structure might burst into flames under the pressure.

"Annie."

Finally, said female looked away from the window, and towards her. Apprehensive and within the sharp confines of disdain, it caused the ravenette's heart to thrum. A lack of verbal recognition told her to simply go ahead with what she had to say.

"I have no service. You should text Armin, or, someone."

"I don't have service either."

Ah. Immediately, her eyes caught on to a pay phone attached to a wall near a dying, flickering vending machine. Annie had returned to stalking and prowling along the front of all of the booths, eyes intent on seeking anyone out while Mikasa took a brisk jog over to a machine, digging into her damp jeans for change.

Those phones were out too. With a soft hiss, she cluttered the phone back into its hold with a more solemn movement. Perhaps someone had just hit something down a few blocks to disconnect lines.

Her footsteps were lighter as she made her way back towards the schedule, suddenly much more mindful of the heavy tap they made as she stepped. As soon as they made it to the next station, she would make their friends aware that they were on their way. It was pointless to fret about a lack of contact at that point. After a glance at the schedule, Mikasa meandered out to the edge of the platform to lean out slightly, peering into the tunnel that roared out at her scoping invasion of its depths.

A tram horn, echoing off of the walls, caused her to step back from the track and look towards the alerted blonde, having finally given up on prowling those innocent, fearful-under-her-stare booths.

"I bet the bus passed by now." The lion-hearted being had murmured, joining up beside Mikasa with pessimism lacing throughout her tone. The comment came and went without any remark to be returned to it.

When the train did finally come, the two could only gawk at the spectacle of its lights being dead up until the point that it stopped. In that complete stop, then, and only then, did the lights flicker on to reveal an empty and barren interior, devoid of life. The doors opened, and it remained still, as if waiting to ensnare the two that looked openly and fixedly upon the transportation.

"Here we are." Annie murmured, as if introducing such a spectacle.

There they were. Getting onto a spooky train in a dark subway, Mikasa mused in thought. The entirety of it was so bizarre, she could hardly hold the slight uneasy smile that tugged at the corners of her lips.

"It must be the storm. Even in a town like this, I guess people are opting for other ways of getting around… This must be why."

Or so she had convinced herself. But someone should have come along by now.

It was nothing either of them wanted to concern further with. Annie took initiative to poke her head through the door, and glance about, before wading inside and picking a seat. All of them were open, after all. A small town, and a subway ran right through it. Perhaps it was a normality for the area. There was no reason to get so worked up, right? Their brief trip there had been nothing short of interesting.

Still, Mikasa did not like it. Rather than cramming herself against the other woman again, she respectfully selected a seat across and slightly diagonal from her. Annie kept her eyes trained on the window. The lights remained on, and with a soft jolt, the thing began moving. Someone was dictating it a few rail cars ahead of them.

"This is textbook horror." Mikasa crossed a knee over the other, arms folded.

"My whole life is textbook horror."

It was a bit crude to smile about that, even a little, as aware of the blonde's life as she was. Being discreet about it, the partial oriental tugged at the edge of her scarf and dragged it over her mouth, eyes closing as she tilted her head back. It would be a bit of a journey before the next station. They had time to cool their jittered minds.