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Stepney shrugged thinking it better to leave that particular lion's cage unshaken, if Griffin said he was fine; he was fine. At the very least Charles looked comfortable as opposed to the girl by the window, at least Griffin didn't look green in the face. He knew that look, and what it often led to, acting now rather then later a magical circle formed in his palm and slowly he raised a thin metal bucket from his hand.

Satisfied with his work he slid it along the floor to her feet [color=fdc68a]"I think you might want this"[/color] he then eases himself into his seat and prepares for the journey, his foot tapping becoming more rapid as the train remained stationary.