Satisfied that they don't have to engage with the enemies, she shifts course. She can't tell how adept either of them are in combat. Either way, neither of them had anything to do with her, and are just as blameless in all of this as Firo is.

While the two workers are preoccupied trying to put out the quickly rising flames, she slides into the conductor's cabin, where she meets back up with Firo. Judging by his question, she wagers that he probably doesn't know how to work this thing.

Seeing how she had only bought them a few minutes at best before those two outside figure things out, she veers her focus to the controls.

"How hard can it be?"

Famous last words? Perhaps.

In any case, she takes a quick once over at the controls. For some reason, there is something familiar about these panels. She knows exactly which switches to lift and the right button to press before twisting a key to activate the engines.

The train hums to life and jerks forward, towards the two workers. The fire is still going but poses no threat to the train. The workers, however, are quick to remove their attention from the flames to the train behind them. As the light shines on them, they appear as nothing more than dark blurs, as they stand there like deer gawking at headlights.

They disperse, in the end. Dodging the train as it bolts past them.

She sighs, taking a moment to look at Firo out the corner of her eye.

"That was a little too easy," she says with the faintest hint of a smile.