No one is investigating the trains full of bodies so of course that is what Natasha does first, a sweep to ensure that there's no one alive suffocating under all of that, and then a slower, closer examination of the bodies to sort out just how they died.
The animals making train noises are just as strange, but strange seems to be the way things are done here. Natasha moves a body aside just to find that same corpse has wiggled it's way further into the pile. Without any literal wiggling that Natasha notices. At this point that might be preferable over what seems to be going on; the bodies were moved to make room for the train cars in the mausoleums, and while there is nothing directly pointing to anything more than poor judgement and other bizarre circumstances, Natasha keeps on edge.
Even when she finally chooses a train compartment to settle herself into, feet on the cushioned seat across from her. Natasha alternates between watching the various scenes roll by in the windows and glancing at the doorway in the direction of whomever you are, yes, you may as well come in.
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The animals making train noises are just as strange, but strange seems to be the way things are done here. Natasha moves a body aside just to find that same corpse has wiggled it's way further into the pile. Without any literal wiggling that Natasha notices. At this point that might be preferable over what seems to be going on; the bodies were moved to make room for the train cars in the mausoleums, and while there is nothing directly pointing to anything more than poor judgement and other bizarre circumstances, Natasha keeps on edge.
Even when she finally chooses a train compartment to settle herself into, feet on the cushioned seat across from her. Natasha alternates between watching the various scenes roll by in the windows and glancing at the doorway in the direction of whomever you are, yes, you may as well come in.