Dan Heng sits in front of a large window on the Astral Express. It's a semicircle couch in a less populated area. Something about being alone feels like a disservice to the Express, even if the archiving work is done. He watches the cosmos as it flies past. Something about this view makes it feel so insignificant. But those thoughts don't linger long as his eyes focus on his reflection in the window. Despite being his face it feels so foreign. His mind digs itself into the same pit again as it tries to work through the shadow of his prior incarnations and the person he is now. It's hard to think about. He's finally torn from his thoughts when he sees the reflection of someone approaching. He leans back on the couch and turns to look at them.

Dan Heng: "Ah, apologies, were you trying to get my attention? I'm Dan Heng, an archivist and guard here. If you have anything you need to discuss, let me know." His voice isn't warm, but his contemplation has made him less cold. He's glad for the distraction from his thoughts.