"...Wait, say [i]what[/i] now?!"

Michael stood by in silence with his mouth agape as the fellow he had been talking to--Darius, if what he was saying was any indication of anything--began to talk in one of the most untactful way he could possibly fathom. Normally, he wouldn't take offense to whatever tale he was trying to spin, but painting [i]him[/i] as a cowardly shut-in? Now that? That was just RUDE.

"...Ahem," Michael coughed, clearing his throat and interjecting himself back into the conversation. "I'm just gonna... Cut in right here real quick before this escalates any further, alright? Regardless of what has been said already, I'm going to clarify, first and foremost, that I most certainly am [i]not[/i] afraid of nature. That aside..."

Well, given the fact that they were in a fantasy world... Would blaming magic work?

"...We were caught in a bit of an incident with some teleportation magic, I guess. As such, we've basically got zero clue where we are or how to get back right now... And, quite frankly, it doesn't seem likely that we'd find any planes or-- Actually, never mind that last part. Point is, though, we're stranded here at the moment, and we'd highly appreciate it if you could help us. At the very least, just pointing us in the general direction of the nearest town would do just as well," he continued, taking into account the maid's words from just now.

...

Before promptly noticing the rather tired-looking girl walking up to the female knight that was currently interrogating them. Um.

"Er... Right. As you can see, not everyone's fully aware of the situation right now, either..."

He could afford to wait in regards to coming up with a better excuse for the train... Right?