Edge always made his way out of the train for these passenger-intakes. Quietly, secretly, he was looking for someone, anyone, he might know. But he wasn't about to admit that out loud, not when he had the cool and awesome image to maintain, so he made a point of noticing cute girls instead.

And there was one -- who was looking particularly miserable, which couldn't stand. Edge headed that way, lifting one hand in greeting. "Welcome to the involuntary ride on the void train, I'm afraid."