Jericho had waited until two minutes to the train leaving the station before climbing on and scouting out all the various seating compartments until he found the one with Shecun in it. Taking a seat in the one across from his/her's compartment, he gets comfortable and folds his arms, one hand slipping into his jacket and resting on the grip for his pistol while he pretended to sleep. He sat like this for the entirety of the train ride, always listening for some kind of trouble to pop up but it never did.

When they reached South Station DC, Jericho stood with a stretch and a forced yawn, making it look like he'd actually been asleep, before following the rest of the team off the train and waiting to get his luggage. While he waited, he noted that Shecun walked a ways ahead of the group, probably because she had everything that she needed. After about twenty minutes, he finally got his one bag, which contained the broken down scythe in it among his other belongings. He set out ahead of the others, humming to himself as he walked.

It took about twenty minutes to catch up to their team leader, and he arrived just behind Syrus, who'd made a remarkable recovery, and noted that Duncan was once more male. [color=Gold][i]Damn, and I had more jokes to throw at him too.[/i][/color]