[ Ansuz fits himself quite snuggly into one of the luggage compartments next to the seating, making sure to extend its head from time to time to observe the passage of humans within the transport, and the scenery without. It also keeps a steady count of how many humans carry pokéballs. (While assured that his Trainer would never stoop to such devices, it can't help but occasionally chirp queries no one can understand: how are pokéballs made, how are pokémon placed inside them, can humans travel in a pokéball too?)

[Sophia's hat is pulled down from her head, revealing not the twisting braid around her head but a singular plait of aquamarine hair, the tail of which currently rests over one shoulder. She's not wilting, but she does withdraw the bottle of water from her bag - one she's been reusing steadily. Buying drinks here? Is far too expensive.]

Ahh. I wonder how they manage to keep the temperatures so cool within here. One would think the sort of engine required to run it would make it hot here too. [An engineer's line of thought, rather than a mage's.]

The worst he might say to us is no. [or laugh at them. but he didn't seem the sort, really..] You live in Union now. And you'd not be approaching him telling him how to run his city, but something to add to the rebuilding that could make life better in the long run.

If we find it useful. It could prove more confusing in practice than not.