[Well... Things are a bit awkward now, aren't they? The observant may have noticed, Minato hasn't been going to meals since the trial - or if he has, hasn't had more than water. And today, at least for the first half of the day (unless someone makes him leave), he can be found sitting seiza style to the side in the dining car - near the path to the front of the train. He....wants to give the rats an opportunity to get some vengeance, but also doubts they want him anywhere near the armaments or locomotive cars. And there isn't really room, in the luggage car. So here he is.

A bit later you can catch him carrying his haul back toward his room! Feel free to grab him for a chat as he passes through the dining hall again. Dining haul?

It's as he's entering the apartments car, headed for his own, that disaster strikes. See, most of the things he got are inconvenient to carry all as once. He's managed! But it's a different story when Yarnball, asshole cat that he is, gets quite literally underfoot. See Minato. See Minato trip and fall and the things he was carrying fly from his arms, scattering on the floor. Yarnball, for his part, runs yowling for the lounge - not in a "help my human he fell" way, in more of a "HOW DARE STARTLE ME" way.

Unfortunately for said human? When he tries to push himself up, his hand lands on the business end of that purple knitting needle. It's not much of an injury, but the thing is sharp, and it does break the skin. That's probably fine.]