"We could have taken a bike!" Devero snaps, and obviously, immediately regrets it. He winces and scrubs his face again, his hand traveling all the way over his head and to the back of his neck. He covers the spot where his emID transponder is implanted and grimaces.

"Us being there because of train bullshit isn't the same thing as me being back there..." He gestures, frustrated. "For real. We're talking about two seperate things at the same time."