Isaiah looked over at him, one eyebrow raised in an unimpressed fashion. "So pleased for you, Ade," he said dryly. "But that is good to know. Also, one knows a fellow nose to the grindstoner when one sees one, like calls to like." He bought the pair of them tickets for the train and led the way into the station, out of the wind. The sound of an approaching train greeted them, and he surged forward with the crowd to grab a pair of seats.
"It's not beautiful, but it's warm and quicker than walking," he said, leaning his head against the window.