Tanza cursed to himself as the restless Burt into the train cat he had been residing in. They were going to prove to be more of a nuisance that what he had originally perceived. Tanza reflected on his options for a few brief moments before he made his decision. With a flick of his wrist, his camouflage faded into his suit, and Tanza kept into action, turning to face an open window that he soon found himself sprinting toward. He grasped the top rail of the window, and swung onto the roof of the train. He allowed a smirk to fall upon his face as he landed, only for it to disappear as restless began to climb to the roof of the train in the distance. Tanza swiveled around to face the direction of the head car of the train. No matter what his agenda was at the moment, he had to get this train moving if he wanted to live to follow through with his plans. He turned his head briefly over to where the restless were coming before he turned and began sprinting to the cockpit.