Daemon took back the stack of papers, tucking them back inside the inner pocket of his armor. He gave a brief wave of acknowledgement to the woman who had escorted him, wondering if she had been reassigned to Haas without the man being told. If so, he wouldnt be surprised if it was becuse of her prosthetic- he'd seen superiors play hot potato with people who had prosthetics, whether from bigotism or genuine fear the mechanisms in it would fail at an inopportune time. He trotted off in the direction of the train, Kain close behind. It took a moment to convince one of the sentries that, yes, he really had been hired by Judas Haas, and yes he really needed to know which compartment was storage.<br/><br/>Inside the correct compartment, he dropped the waterproofed duffel bag on the ground setting the hard case on the ground more gently, and waited until Kain was inside. Once the Warpiece had curled up into the position he usually assumed for the process, Daemon checked to make sure that he would be working unsurveyed. Satisfied that he would be, he opened the hardcase and got to work. It was few minutes of heavily practiced work to transfer Kain's shell from the larger frame to the smaller one.<br/><br/>The wyvern walked around the compartment, adjusting to his smaller size as Daemon closed up the larger frame so it was impossible to tell where he had opened the frame to make the exchange. The much smaller wyvern made a trill, hopping to get high enough to fly. One lap around the cargo room, and he landed on Daemon's shoulder, the caster so used to the sudden landings that he didn't even wobble as he made sure that the larger frame would be secured. Kain crossed from his left shoulder to the right as he stood up, draping his tail over the white haired man's shoulder.<br/><br/>Daemon turned to give a smile to the small Warpiece, rubbing under his chin with a finger as he tried to remember which door would lead to the passenger compartment. Then he remembered he would have to jump one of those blasted gaps between carriages even if he did remember, and decided that he would do the more sane thing for once. He left the carriage through the door that opened onto the station, ignoring the stares directed at Kain as he prodded an answer out of one of the bewildered sentries in regards to which carriage was correct.<br/><br/>Answer achieved, he stepped back across the gap, this time into the passenger compartment, dropping the duffelbag and kicking it out of the way while scanning the compartment idly as he moved to wait against a wall. Three mechanics, and a caster, in this compartment, plus Haas and himself. He felt a sense of unease. What was the older man anticipating, that they had three mechanics, let alone three casters total? He blinked, Kain having switched shoulders yet again, jolting him out of his worry. Finally he gave a small wave to the crowding compartment, enough to acknowledge them.