Blade, much to his dismay, sat on the corner of a couch in the parlour car of the Astral Express. In one hand he held a small cup of what seamed to be coffee, in his other he held his phone. His shard-sword lay across his lap, and upon hearing footsteps, he looked up to you as you approached. "Wasn't getting me aboard this train enough? What do you want..." A scowl settled on his lips as he huffed, looking away from you. Every now and then he'd glance at the window, watching the stars pass.