Calx got up from his seat, readjusted his saddle bags, and nonetheless offered a polite nod to the conductor who simply grunted something unimportant in return. On the outside docking station, Calx stretched like a feline, appeasing a few kinks that had formed all over his body. He smacked his lips a couple of times and infused his lungs with a voluminous amount of Undiscovered West air.