Without anything so convenient as an aura to mark the presence of the kirin, Gyousou has been asleep. Better to train, and eat, and sleep, than worry about the ongoing mission. He worried anyway, but keeping active kept it to a dull roar. Kept him from throwing himself at the doors, or examining his SCA for the hundredth time on the off-chance he had simply missed the option that would allow him to contact someone.

So, sleep. The movement of the train jars him awake, and the stop has him running his fingers through his hair to tidy it just enough to tie back.

The knock throws him off. The train must have stopped directly by a group. Wen Qing or Taiki would simply open the door; for a moment his mind lurches to a panicked thought, that something had happened to send someone else looking for him-- that thought doesn't survive the first sentence. Tidus sounds hurried, but not frantic or apologetic. He's already pulled the door open by the second sentence.

His expression is, perhaps, more fierce than his usual demeanour aboard the Express. Tense, his frustration has drawn itself onto the lines of his eyes and mouth even as he musters a smile. Being kept behind hasn't suited him at all.

"So I see," he rasps, already cataloguing their appearances, looking for indications about how the mission treated them.