"Not today," Soldat says, shaking their head a little. They're in the standard car, listening to the quiet chatter from a few rows up, head leaning against the window. Or, it had been, before hearing Titus coming. They shift in the train seat to more comfortably face him. "Last platform there were two. But no one this time."

And if they're a little disappointed, well, they're at least accepting of it instead of upset. They know how this sort of thing works. You can just wish for people and have them show up. "You?"