[How are they supposed to fight without their swords??? Nansen has that very question himself, but it seems like that's exactly the point in taking them away: maybe they don't want them fighting. Not very sensible of them to bring a couple of swords here, if that's the case, but then maybe it was because of their sensitivity to the timestream, considering the state of this place....]

[That's too much thinking for Nansen, though. Wow, this guy is loud. He can't help but wince a little as the reverberating call of the sword's name bounces off concrete and tile, nary a rat or cockroach around to scurry in its wake. Nonetheless, as promised: Nansen focuses his senses as the call goes forth, intensely staring out into the open platform of the train.]

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[... ... ...!] --Unya? [Rushing forward towards the edge of the platform, his head jerks about as if looking for something, and... falls to the sight of a leaky subway grate above, the source of that tiny trickle.] .............Nope. Nothing.

[A sigh of disappointment.] Maybe that guy's nyot somewhere where we can hear 'im? After all, I can't feel mine, either. [But that didn't mean they weren't here, right?]

[Pondering that, he glances back at Ro's question.] Eh? Ahh... It's a place called a 'train station', [He says authoritatively, with the air of someone who learned what that was last week.] These big metal carriages come through the tunnels and zip! Take you to different places throughout the city, super quick, meow!!

I came here cuz that guy said he was gonna look around in the tunnels, but I can't find him, so I guess I'll just head back outside...

[He rubs his chin, thinking, and then snaps his fingers.] Why don't we ask the fortune-telling sage!? I'll bet she'll knyow what to do!