Keith explored the bag curiously while he sat cross-legged in the seat. It wasn't necessarily the approved method of travel, but he had a feeling this was going to be a long trip. He held up the business disc and turned it over in his hand, letting it catch the light. They were so kind here! He tucked that away carefully, determined not to lose it.
He pulled out the tablet next. It took him a few minutes of cautious poking to find the on button. He'd never had much reason to use anything like it before, so it was completely foreign to him. He let it fingerprint him - squirming uncomfortably as he remembered all the times he'd tried avoid leaving fingerprints - and skimmed through the files. This he would read through more than once during the trip.
The little plushie came out last. He stared at it, completely mystified. What was this? It looked like a soft, squishy water droplet, but why? He poked it cautiously then nearly dropped it when it started vibrating. So that's what it did. It sure was soft, too.
Keith looked at everything again, read the tablet rapidly, then tucked it away in the bag. Getting out the plushie and the singing card, he curled up in the seat like a child, clinging tightly to the vibrating water droplet, the card singing away near his ear. He rode like that the rest of the way, nearly falling asleep.