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Anabel looked up at the girl and nodded. "Anabel," she said. "Yeah, I recognize you. Please excuse me if I don't stand up - I don't want to lose my seat, and I have... a medical condition."

Not that Lily was looking too great herself. Anabel recalled someone with less gauntness in her cheeks and more luster in her curls. "I can, however, try to offer you a seat," she said, scooting over and trying to make room for one more person on the bench. She had sympathy for the ill, at the very least, though she wasn't going to ask Lily what was going on with her.

"It's disgusting in here, isn't it?" she asked conversationally. "Too hot. Too humid. Too many bodies packed into one place..." she trailed off, glancing around the platform. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "There are an awful lot of people here who aren't dressed for the weather, wouldn't you say?"

Leucite hung back for the moment. There was very little he could do with is uniform that didn't scream Negaverse, but at least his coat made it a bit less obvious. Still, he'd thrown one of his larger jackets over his uniform top, but it did little to help except make him feel more bulky and he really just wanted to take it off. But this was about blending in as best you could and far be it from him to ruin that.

He currently occupied one of the benches on the platform, trying to play up the glory day veteran angle that his outfit seemed to scream at the moment. Yes, just ignore the try hard on the bench - don't pay him any mind at all.

He just hoped things wouldn't go pear shaped too quickly, but he was prepared for the worst.

"Oh, yes Anabel," she said before giving the girl a half grin. "Sorry I am usually better with names. I've had a rough few months." It was more like 8 months, but she figured that information wasn't very needed.

Lily was happy to sit, though she frowned at the mention of a medical condition and wondered what it was, but didn't want to pry. It wasn't entirely necessary, it did a little to keep her from being bumped, as she just was. She turned and frowned at the person before looking back to Anabel, "yes, seems like a very busy afternoon, though I don't often ride the train so I don't know the usual."

The mentioned of oddly dressed people made her frown intensely, but once it was mentioned it was far more apparent. She sighed and almost rolled her eyes, "Yes, it still August and it not cool in here. Air condition can only to so much for so many bodies in one place. You know some people are just crazy though, but this is Destiny City so we should probably keep our eyes open."

She looked off to the side around more closely and noticed some familiar faces in the crowd, then looked at Anabel. "Some others from lasor tag and stuff are here, at least. Maybe we should go say hi," she said with a .

Wither stood every annoyed because he was getting rather hot with the hoodie he wore to cover the top of his uniform. It would only draw attention to him because it made him looks like a modern circus ringmaster and stealth was a desire thing today.

He groaned and tried not to fan himself, wishing for the moment he could take it off and take his current frustrations out on a magic slinger. He sighed, the war was annoying and his social life was suffering for it. He had better things to do this evening, like bugging Alex, or teasing Mitry or even photography homework with Harmony.

Well at least he might get to smash someones face. Only good thing about SURPRISE NEGAVERSE! Thanks again Beni. Whatever. He rolled his shoulders and stuck his hands in his pockets. He was really just annoyed because he was hot. He did want to rid the world all the got damn magic slingers.

Jet’s eyes remained narrowed on the older officer, and one with more experience, but obviously one with questionable loyalties. He didn’t like how the other spoke to him, and much less did he like how he more or less dismissed him as unimportant.

“It’s too crowded. I would draw too much attention if I tried doing that. Unless you suggested that so I would set myself up to be caught? Is that what you want? For me to be the one to botch the operation?” he said in almost a growl, but his expression eased to one of confusion when the other offered to join him--

And he went right back to glaring at the comment about him being capable. The moment he thought the other would surprise him, he was quickly reminded that Aurostibite was, in fact, an a*****e.

“Of course I’m capable,” he hissed, following the other captain towards the office, trying to take on the role of looking as though he was some kid who was lost and needed help looking for his parents or something to that effect.

“You don’t even have a key for it?” he asked in exasperation and a groan. It figures...

Chris just shook his head in exasperation when Paris commented on what he’d said. He choose not to counter her, because he was sure that would just lead to even more awkward comments.

Instead, he snorted at her mention of wanting to be in a flash mob and shook his head. “Well, they do all look like they’re waiting for something,” he pointed out, although there was something strange about how many of them glanced around the place. What were they waiting for? Chris checked his watch to see if there was any significant time approaching, like an hour mark, but that didn’t give him any clues.

“But don’t think I’ll join in…” he reminded her, really not waiting to have to dance… talk about embarrassing.

It had taken a few moments of rummaging to locate the book, but the search had also ended up yielding a bottle of lemonade and some cookies.

After considering the cookies thoughtfully for a few moments, Arian slipped the cookies back into his rucksack, figuring that it was best to leave it for when he was finally on the train.

He'd been in the process of reaching back in to grab the book and lemonade when he heard a voice speak up from behind him.

He turned, hand on top of the rucksack to keep it sort of closed, a query in his eyes as it belatedly occurred to him that she was addressing him, but when it sunk in what she was asking for he looked back and down at his bag and sure enough there was a book with a blue cover caught up against it.

"Sure," he said quietly as he zipped up his rucksack because it was kind of awkward holding it semi-closed and then reached out to pick up the book, straightening and turning so that he could hold it out to the woman with the hand not holding the rucksack by the strap. "Here you go."

After all he could also go back and grab the book and lemonade in a moment, the lemonade in particular something that was definitely going to be welcome given that it was hot down here.

A part of him couldn't help but wonder how so many of the those around who were also waiting for the train could stand it given that so many of them seemed to have decided to opt for layers.