"As to your statuses compared to a Garlean prince... you had every right to speak as a fellow passenger on this train. Yet even an errant child would have deserved more respect than what you both gave. And I daresay would have gotten it, compared to the frustrations you emptied onto one of our newest arrivals. Q'uila, you claim you knew he was not of your world. Yet you still treated with him thus? I seem to recall our first encounter far more civil. And should both of your ire just now not have been focused more on my own actions given your words now, far more than on Zenos?"

The Ascian pulls his lips in a thin smile. "Surely you didn't think I was in such a state that I was helpless in face of a kitchen knife? Wouldn't it have been more likely to presume I let the camera catch my plight on purpose and frame Zenos in the eyes of our fellow allies as an agressor? Warriors of Light do not fight alone, is it?" The last is clearly a chide toward Q'uila, echoing her words for whatever reason is behind the pointed barb. "Nay, both of you focused on Zenos and did little to me until after he departed. Given his position on my kind, he's unlikely to have any mind to listen to either of you now. And likely everyone else on this train is suspect."

There is a short pause. "...Which in itself is another matter I'd hoped to avoid by, as you say, 'not informing anyone of my plans'."

That is to say, not having everyone immediately labeled as Ascian puppets because of some group intervention. Who would he have called? Two Eorzean miqo'te who are the face of the Champion that stands against Garlemald in their realities? That and well, once Zenos had started hunting, there hadn't been a great deal of time. But that's another matter and perhaps best to not bring up.