“What happened to your leg? You were limping when I first saw you, and you’re favoring your right leg.” “I sprained my ankle jumping into a train car from the roof.” “You did what?” “That’s how I got here,” I say. “I took the Gobannos train. It was the only way I could make it here on time. But I didn’t have a ticket, so I had to board the train through the roof.” “Why do I feel like you’ll be the death of me?” he mutters, and kneels down.
