The sleeping guy had not been nice at all. She liked to assume the best in people, but reality didn't always allow that to happen. Lucy could only watch as the young man she'd been talking with got verbally abused by the sleeping guy. She was usually nice, but right now, she didn't want to be.
"He was trying to be considerate, Sir," she said, trying to keep a polite edge to her tone when clearly the man she was addressing offered no such courtesy. "We thought you might want to know that the train was almost to the end, in case you missed your stop."
He whipped his head toward the sound of her voice. "I was trying to sleep in for a change," he snapped, looking at Lucy like she'd just stepped on his foot. Actually, it was entirely likely that another passenger had done so in the shuffle. "How about next time you mind your own business?"
Lucy raised both hands in surrender. "Okay, fine. Sorry we bothered." She looked at Anton and shrugged. They'd been polite enough, but some people just didn't respond to that sort of approach. At the next stop, the sleeping man gathered his belongings and left, muttering to himself. It freed up a seat for whoever was fast enough to get to it.