The dining car attracted a quiet and conscientious occupant along its strange journey. The man adopted a rather mournful dress, all in black as he settled into his table, arms and legs folded acrosss one another as he settled into his peaceful reflection. The Times spread out in front of him like a bird of prey, offering up its hard won information to his keen gaze as he studied the effects of his absence. His sultry lips pursed as his eyes darted back and forth across the usual journalistic habits in an effort to occupy his time. While quite aware of the dangerous games awakened by his presence, he was careful not to give away his attentions, even in the midst of his patient reverie.<br/><br/>He decided on biscuits and sherry while waiting for his preferred breakfast to be prepared, sipping lightly as he took stock of the others present. His first assignment with children made him all the more wary, and not only because of their inexperience. He had seen a great deal of darkess and had no desire to relive it for the sake of educating young fools.