CT doesn't frequently travel this far out from town, but sometimes she gets an itch under her skin that brings her back out to the abandoned cabins in the forest where some had been summoned, months ago, to see if there's something she missed. There isn't. There never has been. But the itch still has to be scratched and the walk both ways is a good time to clear her head, to get her thoughts in order.

It's easy to lose track of time out there and so it's late by the time she makes it up to the station, ready to ride back into town. It's no surprise that there are some labourers milling around, fresh off work. In a way it's actually rather familiar—Resol was a mining colony first and foremost, and much of their people miners.

Still, she chooses to board the carriage that seems it'll be quietest and settles into a seat, bundled up in her winter coat. It's as the train starts moving she takes note of the woman that is in the car with her. Watching her for a moment is enough to assume she's another otherworlder—you start getting a sense for how the locals act and how the new arrivals stand out, or at least she has.

"Long day at work?"