The next thing to catch Rasler's attention was the slowing of the train, diverting his gaze toward the front of the car; at the announcement that they'd reached Paixao Central Station, he stood and moved toward the door, with only a quick glance over his shoulder to signal Basch to follow. Finally, the destination General Celes had given him. His current impatience, if absent from his expression, was clearer in his step as he disembarked.

A cursory glance around the platform as he progressed further into it, though, showed him neither the General nor her contact - who was her contact? He should have asked before, but now there was little he could do for it. Perhaps they'd beaten them here. Very well, then, they could wait... again.