The voice from above startled him and Lindsey swung his bar around defensively, thinking that he was to be attacked. Except the tribute stayed on the train and looked like he had no intention of coming down, so relaxing, Lindsey stuck the bar down into the ground and leaned against it like it was a walking stick. It was still in easy access should the need arise.

"Hey, you're in Disneyland. Wouldn't be surprised if there's a Tinkerbell flying around here somewhere." He craned his neck a bit trying to catch a better glimpse of the other tribute. "So, so how can I help you?"