Well used to Yasha’s gregarious nature, Sevana returned the hug with a smile, her wings briefly wrapping completely around her smaller friend.  “Eh, I didn’t get caught so much as implicated in something, as far as I know.  No official charges came down, so I can only assume that someone leaned on someone else to get this happening.  Might have been that one Taileton noble; he seemed to take it personally when I informed him that the ‘product’ he wanted just didn’t exist, and that his dear friend the count had obviously never been to Hammamat lands if he thought that it did.”<br/><br/>Turning back to the lady addressing them, Sevana looks skeptically between the new barricade and her as she mentions that those in the train should come into the trading station.  Add to that the fact that she not only seemed reluctant to come closer but also didn’t actually know who was in the train was setting off alarms in her head.  The careful grip that Yasha puts on her gives away the fact that she sees the potential threat as well, something that doesn’t surprise Sevana at all.<br/><br/>“Well, if we’re going to be here for a while, I should go let the others know to dress appropriately for the weather.  Need to grab my kit too - I’ll grab yours while I’m there.”  Her statement had several meanings buried in it; a sailor’s ‘kit’ (at least on Yasha’s ship) generally referred not to their clothes, but their weaponry, and ‘weather’ was a slang term for hostile fire among more daring pirates.<br/><br/>Heading back to the train, Sevana disappears inside before emerging soon after sporting a rather different set of clothes.  While what she had been wearing earlier had been mostly simple and utilitarian, this was anything but simple.  A long grey duster covered most of her body, made from some sort of treated synthleather and with custom-tailored sleeves to allow her wings free movement.  A tricorn hat (again customized for her form, this time with accommodation for her ears) topped off her gear.  Although it gave her a far more dramatic look than she usually went with, she had to admit that she enjoyed the attention it drew more than a little bit.  At one side was Ludwig, who was obviously happy to finally get out of the small cabin he had been stuck in, and at the other was Marik, Yasha’s first mate, who had an oblong object wrapped in dark cloth strapped across his back - a bundle that had Yasha’s rifle inside it, among other things.<br/><br/>Upon her exit, she encountered another pair of the train’s occupants who had apparently just exited as well.  Giving a half-bow to Arcea and her elven companion (whom she was apparently carrying), Sevana stopped to look them over as she hadn’t met them on the train yet given how they had been in the forward cabins the entire trip.  “Ah, good.  I was wondering if I would need to go looking for someone else.  Sevana Bucovina, at your service.  After conversing with one of the locals, I fear that our stay here may be a bit more eventful than most on the train would prefer.”