Axel's face went slightly blank for a moment, if not thoughtful. He bit on his bottom lip—and then it came to him. "Ah, hold on a moment," he said, and slipped his journal from his pocket (which he'd stashed away earlier), and flipping it open again.

Apparently futzing around with the small device for a moment, suddenly, a grin spread across his face. "Why don't you go back to the gate and catch the train? It'll arrive in an hour or so, then you can take it to a better side of town and find a cheap place to stay," he offered him. "There's a good place right near the centra station called Actua Are. It's a bit of a walk, but hey."