Anakin stopped playing on his phone and pocketed it. But when he brought his hand back out, he was holding a fidget box. He could play on that unobtrusively by his side while talking to someone. He kept the earpod in.
"7.5 billion people on this planet. A few in outer space. Bound to be some assholes," he said with a shrug. "Lost my arm in a fighter jet crash. When you survive something impossible, annoying people become meaningless."
He knew the woman that had snubbed him had heard, they were all stuck in the same train car. With a sour look she moved to the other side of the train.
He held out his hand prosthetic hand, offering for a shake.