Tobias opened his eyes when he felt something soft bump into his chest. He looked down and saw a small, unadorned ring. The rogue raised an eyebrow as he inspected it - was it a trick ring? Trapped somehow? No, physically, it seemed to be what it appeared - just a ring. He looked around for who'd thrown it and put on an expression of mock joy when he saw her.

"Sana?" He said, bringing a hand up to his mouth. "For me? W-why, this is so unexpected! I don't know what to say. I mean, I was always hoping, but I never dared to dream..." he trailed off. "Yeah, that joke's run its course." The rogue rose and hopped down, moving around the cart. "Artful dodger to the rescue - I'll take the driver's seat. Don't worry, I know how - pretending to be a carriage driver is a [i]really[/i] good way of breaking into places."

As he walked past Sana, he leaned in to whisper. "You and I need to talk. Alone. Not a fight, an... accord."

He kept walking as though nothing had been said, clambering up into the driver's seat. "To high adventure! Let all tremble at the passing of... Tobias's Terrors! No? Fiona's Furies? Hugh's Heroes? Vaeri's Vipers? Hanzo's Helions? Sana's Skullfuckers? We can workshop it."