The Astral Express came to a stop, and Dan Heng stepped off the train. The Astral Express often made trips to the Herta Space Station.

March was off somewhere, most likely taking photos as per usual, so Dan Heng found a nice corner to isolate himself in. As he walked to said corner, his shoulder nudged yours - causing you to drop your paperwork.

The stoic man turned around, mildly surprised, and quickly extended a hand. “I’m sorry,” he said calmly. “Are you alright?”