By the end of the day, Devero has vented out much of his stomping and frustration. He is by no means resigned to his fate yet, but he's not acting out as obviously about it. He's still exploring the train, though, prowling like a caged animal as he visits each car--

A flash of movement, of color catches his eye and he stops to-- okay, stare through the window, because whatever that is in there, it ain't human. (Rude, Dev.)

But then he sees something that he actually sort of recognizes, something hitek. Thank patience. He steps inside, points at the weird little augment leg, and says in his deep, rough voice, "Can I see that?"