Chunji would have raised himself from his seat if he didn't have another coughing fit. Sitting back down, it left Chunji enough time to let the glimpse he had caught to simmer. An Easterner, just like himself. If he had felt any better maybe he'd try to greet the man warmly and offer him a cup of warm water.

It'd be nice to watch the man writhe in pain while choking the water down his throat.

Though as things stand he and Davil were most likely liabilities. While his swordsmanship would suffice in a basic self defense scenario, this cursed cough would leave him vulnerable in an opportune time. Seeing as neither his superiors nor peers were doing anything, Chunji was about to relax as he looked over to his peer. "Otis-"

Four bangs.

He was about to say 'stop' but too late for that. Whatever the peaceful plan was crumbled without a slightest hint of communication. Though Chunji wasn't naive to think there was a peaceful solution for this at all. At the moment of escalation, Chunji drew out a scalpel. Apply a  healthy amount of deadly poison belonging from his parent's garden, Chunji was prepared to retaliate with a sneak attack.

Hopefully these carriages were reinforced enough that a massive explosion wouldn't absolutely obliterate them all.