Quil turned out to be a little disappointed at the raccoon for a moment.  She wasn't outside for the entire break, but from what she saw, he didn't look to be acting like someone with athority.  But it still looks like they are going to start moving again, if a little behind schedule.  Once the raccoon boards the train, Quil looks up at Sairif, lowering her goggles to get a good look at her, and then at Cassandra.<br/><br/>"Well, It doesn't look like we'll be here long now." Quil says, bluntly.  "Off of one backwater road, and off to whatever you want to call the next one.  Clean slate, probably.  So, what are your plans there?"<br/><br/>She starts a little innocently, but eventually, the pika runs on once she starts getting into her own plans for what she wants.  "I'm hoping to set aside some space for research purposes.  And I understand there are enough capable hands to build an acceptable facility.  Hopefully not something as gaudy as a skull carved into the side of a mountain.  I mean, I thought about it, but that would imply I was experimenting on captives.  But speaking of experimenting, would you know anyone whose capable of trapping small animals?  I do have this design, that when I can finish it, I can latch it onto..."<br/><br/>At the rate Quil's going, she wouldn't notice even if the two had left her while she talks.  Whether they leave or not, Quil finally does stop, turn to raise a small hand out, and introduce herself, "Oh, and I almost forgot!  I'm Quil!  Quil Sequo!"  Those words could have cued up the blast thundering down from the hilltop.<br/><br/>Looking annoyed, Quil turns around, and states, "I thought we didn't have enough time to go hu-wha?"  The sight of a marching band of muraders does catch her by surprize, and sets down her case, unfastening it and pulling out a rather strange cannon, hefting it up over her shoulder.  "Alright, I take it back!"