Ellie didn't know how she got there or why she was there. She had just been moving over to the dining car, and now she had her feet wrapped in spurs and pushed through leather saddle handles, arms on reins. Did she drink something? No, this is just where she is now. Riding atop a pale white Appaloosa with a blond mane and tail. The name Silver popped into her head. She had no idea how she got here, but she got attached to a made-up horse she named on a whim.
"Well, shit." Ellie listened to everyone else; if they all jumped the coach, then it'd be crowded, and why would she go along with this? She unholstered the ancient firearm and popped the cylinder open; paintballs... okay... morally, this seems fine now. "I'll be a few back." She adjusted herself on the horse as she got close, springing to the roof of the train and making her way inside.