"Yeah, I've always been a pretty observant," Leon said to Aeria, giving a small shrug, "It's more a curse than a gift though." A small smile accompanied his last statement because it wasn't exactly a lie that being observant had its faults, but it sure as hell had its benefits too. It was a little interesting that the one person Leon expected to be more observant than himself was the one who completely missed the small fiasco. If anything it made Leon want to work on Tollnak more. There seemed to be a lot that he could learn about his new friend.

"Oh, that's your bag?" Leon rose an eyebrow at Tollnak, deciding immediately to have a bit of fun with him. "I assumed it was Aeria's bag, what with it saying [i]Girl Power[/i] in bold print across the front of it." Leon held back a smile, giving a gentle nudge to Aeria with his elbow. He wanted her to join in on the fun. In truth the duffel was a dull navy blue that anyone in their right mind wouldn't bat an eye at. Leon didn't pay much attention to the other bloke that sat down by the group. He seemed to have missed the entire conversation up until this point and truth-be-told, Leon was already having a hard enough time being around so many people. The guy would just have to figure out for himself, unless Aeria or Tollnak had any interest in filling him in.

The train reached the station shortly after Tollnak asked what colour his back was and for a moment, Leon thought of being truthful with Tollnak about the bag. Sure, he'd never really know until he asked someone else or someone ruined the joke, but if Leon could restore his sight.. He wasn't too sure he liked the idea of Tollnak giving him a wallop for his joke. '[i]For the greater good of comedy[/i]', he decided as he leaned slightly back into his chair, giving a final peak into his bag. He noticed his, his being a relative term of course being that it was stolen, gilded pen with an intricate design interwoven into the golden sheet. So, he officially had four items in his possession now. That being the clothing on his back, his pen, his journal, and his bag. Leon began to put the rucksack down between his legs when the bag ripped open and spilled forth his pen and journal into the aisle of the train. He sighed and lobbed the bag into the corner of the train, reaching down to grab his pen and journal. So, now he was back down to three things.

Leon peered around Aeira at the train station which appeared to be freshly cleaned, every meter of the place holding a certain shine to it. The station seemed particularly crowded, a group of students bound for the Sabore district transferring at this station to make the final trip to their new home. "No way in hell I'm gonna walk around a crowd like that again anytime soon." Leon muttered under his breath, plopping back down into his seat. "Ya'll can hop off the train without me," Leon said aloud to no one in particular, "I'm going to stay behind and wait for the crowd to die down." Leon brought up his notebook, quickly flipping to a fresh page and scribbled on it with his pen to test the ink cartridge. It seemed to be working, much to his relief. Slowly he wrote down a message, one that was short, simple, and to the point. With another bump from his elbow, he looked to grab Aeria's attention, his journal aimed to be in clear view of Aeria and himself.

The note read simply; [i]I know you saw my hands when I first got onto the train. I'd like to speak with you. I'll be waiting in the next car.[/i]

With his message conveyed, Leon got out of his seat and took a brief look around the room. "I'll see y'all later tonight, I'm sure." Leon simply said, walking along the aisle and disappeared into the next traincar, closing the door behind him. He took a seat on one of the small tables in the center of the car and flipped open his journal, putting pen to paper, beginning to write out everything that was important from today as he waited to see if the girl who commanded air with a whim would drop by.