"Oh, fantastic," Alleyana's damaged voice could have never contained the sarcasm in those two words, even if she'd tried to.

But her eyes were still on the train, and she backed up a few steps, eyes going... up.

What's up there? What can be seen from up there?

One way to find out.

The Inquisitor ran at the machine and jumped, grabbing onto a handhold with her one hand and hauling herself up. This was both easier and harder without armor -- less weight, but less reinforcement for her extremely damaged fingers, too.

Not that this would stop her. She wedged her foot... somewhere, and lunged up for the next thing to grab.