Faolan shakes his head for a moment, breathing out a sigh. "Well I do not have your luxuries, unfortunately," he says. "As soon as this train comes, I need to catch it. Head off to work. There are people that need me to do my work there, though I doubt they even know half of what I do for them there." He glances up and down the track. "I'm not even certain that I know yet, for that matter."

He might be saying too much. He might not have had enough caffeine yet today. Or maybe he's had too much. Regardless, he raises his cup to take another sip, as stubborn a man as ever there was. Mr Grumpy indeed.