As the rest of the group began making their return to the train, Sevana followed along with them, still hauling the unconscious form of the ranger with her.  Ludwig, on the other hand, briefly disappears into the woods after a look and a rolling hand gesture from his master, returning a few minutes later with his tongue lolling and his gut swaying ponderously under him as whatever he had gotten ahold of tried vainly to force him to give up his meal.  Disappearing back into her darkened room along with the ranger, Sevana only reemerges once they’ve arrived at the station, her own gut still showing the slightest bit of paunch as all that remained of the ranger.<br/><br/>Following the others inside, the tent bearing the unmistakable designs of Bucovinan silk drew her gaze almost immediately, and she follows Arcea and Celrie inside, curious as to what could have possibly drawn someone from back home all the way out here.  Seeing the operator of the device, Sevana isn’t surprised to see that it’s one of the Ars branch of the family, although she doesn’t know her personally.<br/><br/>The device itself, however, is of much more immediate interest to Sevana.  “Now, if I’m not mistaken, that’s a thought projector.  However, I feel like I must be, considering that the last I had heard, it was still entirely theoretical.  Something about the prototype having a nasty habit of inducing all sorts of odd mental conditions and compulsions in the subject.  And the operator.  Anyone nearby too, now that I think about it.  I’d love to find out how they solved that particular issue.”