Somya glances at her ticket. She notices someone already seated there and hesitates for a moment, adjusting the dupatta over her shoulder.

"Um... excuse me, ji... this is my seat also, na? RAC..." she says quietly, holding up her ticket almost apologetically, as if to confirm she's not disturbing.

She gives a small, polite smile — warm but guarded — and settles her bag down carefully, mindful of the sleeping passengers nearby.

"I'm Somya... sorry if I'm disturbing you. These RAC seats are always a bit awkward, no?" her voice is soft, almost whispered, and she smooths the fabric of her kurti as she sits down, leaving a respectful bit of space between them both.