Rider looked to his master with dark eyes. "Ay, this be my first time on a train. They weren't common place back when I was alive, you do know that I can caption any kind of ship? Morden or from my time so why are we taking this "train?"" He asked, with a accent. Something between English and that of someone who spent much time with people with other accents. He then fixed his long leather coat as so his pistol weren't showing. As what he knew from this time, such things were no longer allowed. "And if you so incise of me getting something from this time, then I must be allowed to pick what I want. Other wise I am sticking to what I got. Do you understand me?" He asked, leaning in towards the woman.<br/><br/>If any of the other masters were to spot Rider they could easily tell who he was, If they have ever picked up a history book that is. He looked very much like the pictuers that were shown in this books, but with out the burning wixs in his hat. But still very noticeable, so maybe it was a good idea that he got some new clothes quickly.