"Not an employee," Tony says tiredly, "just a guy who can fix anything. Want my business card?" he jokes, with a wan smile. If the other person's body language is a little off, Tony doesn't care; Dreamfolk bring all kinds of weirdness with them, and different social conventions rank pretty low on his weird-o-meter. "That's good enough, we just need a little air flow. I'm Tony, by the way." The introduction is an afterthought. Not because he's trying to be rude – he's just distracted and his head hurts.

He walks over to the door separating the cars. Fortunately, there's an emergency release lever, and he can see one on the outside of the next door, too, which means he doesn't have to lockpick his way up to the front and yell at someone about public transit safety features. Tony looks over the car full of nervous passengers and selects an Erol'a who looks young enough to be a Crest but old enough to have some authority as an adult with the other races. "Hey." Tony puts his hand on the kid's shoulder. "I'm going to head up to the front - can you make sure people don't leave the car? It's not safe to go out on the elevated track, so we need everybody to stay put." The kid looks surprised by being singled out, but nods confidently.

Then Tony turns back to the other Dreamer. "You want to come, or are you gonna stay?" They'd seemed to have the same inclination to take charge that Tony had, so he figured he'd offer.