Despite the not-great-news Tidus was giving him, Zechs still gave him a small, polite smile at the shared introduction. It certainly wasn't his fault, after all, that the train worked this way.

Even though, cramped shared rooms? Like he was back in officer training? Just, lovely. He'd adapt and survive, but he wouldn't like it. At least on Mars he had a cramped, single room. Privacy.

"I appreciate the information," Zechs told him. "Any other advice you think that's worth sharing? I will trust your expertise."