Riding the train was kind of lulling, the swaying of the car, the press of bodies. Bruce had used mass transit all over the world and the key was generally to look alert but completely disinterested.

Well, that and keeping his wallet somewhere unattractive to pickpockets.

He was thinking of a million other things from work to friends to whether bowling with Scathach actually made any sense at all.

All random thoughts that were scattered as a white-haired man first stumbled, catching Bruce's attention, and then toppled forward with the kind of boneless gracelessness that said that he was out before he even hit the floor.

The train's passengers moved enough to open floor space around the man, but other than gaping, no one seemed inclined to do anything.

He didn't give it any thought, pushing through the cluster of people around the unconscious man. In the back of his head there was the repeated mantra of Breathe, stay calm, you know what to do. Breathe, stay calm... Adrenaline was a boon for most people, but not for Bruce.

He was on his knees by the man in a moment, checking to ensure he was breathing before grabbing him by the shoulders to roll him onto his back.

"Hey, you. Are you awake in there? Come on, talk to me."