It takes a bit of time, before another set of doors slide open and from a 'luxury' car emerge two other passenger - one of them is bat - tall and slender, with her body nicely emphasized by her dress - or at least that's what the rest of passengers would see if she won't be wearing a thick warm cloak, hiding her almost completely, leaving only her head outside - still it's enough to understand to what species she belongs. Her companion was even more wrapped into thick furs, leaving only tip of black canine muzzle sticking outside and as they headed outside anyone could overhear a bit of their conversation:<br/><br/>- ... don't understand, why you were sent here. Couldn't your family procure a posting at some warmer lands for you?<br/>- Ohh, Sairif, it's just a bit of snow. It won't kill it.<br/>- A bit of sand and warmth won't kill you either...<br/><br/>As they leave the train, the bat pauses looking into the distance, seeming to enjoy the scenery, while her canine companion glances at the catgirl present outside - it's hard to notice, but if Arcea would catch her eyes at that moment - she would, probably, feel herself uneasy, as that gaze is appraising and evaluating and then - she is either decided to be not good enough, or canine has some more important things to do, as she takes a couple of steps towards the raccoon girl, beckoning her closer with a demanding gesture of someone not expecting a refusal - the raccoon is clearly way lower on the social ladder and servants sometimes can be more demanding than masters.<br/><br/>- Approach and explain - why are we supposed to wait in this dreadful place, where, no doubt, there are no accommodations fitting for anyone of the noble birth, instead of continuing our way towards our destination? - she almost barks out every word out rapidly as if trying to keep her maw open for as little time as possible.