[Ian follows along easily, and despite the assurance from Pteragordon he remains alert. Even the breeze blowing some pebbles draws Ian's eyes, and his fingers twitch against his Gaburevolver in an automatic desire to draw and fire. At this pace, it's not long at all before they reach the station, and as luck would have it a train happens to be pulling in just as they approach. What luck.]
Don't let your guard down.
[Ian's words are quiet, not wanting to draw attention to themselves just in case there are any oni onboard.]