[color=d3d3d3]"Same here,"[/color] Percy replies, his voice low and kind of groggy-sounding. 

The rest of the trip is uncomfortably silent, and it doesn't get much better until they get to their destination. He makes note of how many defensive weapons are on the little train's sides - like they're [i]expecting [/i]some kind of attack. Paragon makes the shit flashy weapons, right? Why the hell would they need to defend something that's a glorified fireworks blaster like that? He'd ask, but he just figures that the captain probably doesn't know either.

The accent of the train conductor grates on his nerves, but again, he stays silent as he listens to the woman speak in that god-awful accent. His ears are relieved when she finally shuts the hell up. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have been so annoyed, but since he's very much sleep deprived, his patience is raw.

When the captain assures the duo that they'll be able to handle it just fine, he can't help but scoff a little bit. She said there was some bullshit percentage of everything going fine before, why the [i]hell[/i] would he trust her judgement? Not that he's doubting himself or Jingo, but none-the-less..

He figures he might as well bring this up to the captain, so he goes ahead and says, "[color=d3d3d3]Last time you said everything was gonna be alright, it went off the fuckin' rails."[/color]