Strength, fortunately, was something Zechs had - painstakingly rebuilt after his near-death. Between the two of them, they'd make a gradual dent in the overgrowth. Sap and leaves and grime soon covered them, and Zechs tried to ignore how badly he wanted a shower.

"Here, there's some kind of panel. If we can clear off the screen ..." Zechs scowled. "Let's hope the train's device allows us to read whatever alien language this is written in."