Indeed he was right. I subtly wiped the sleep from my eyes, gaze locked on our friend as she huddled forward in her seat, speaking to someone in a black hooded cloak. I shuddered, hating it reminded me of the Brotherhood. Surely there was another color the Steam Union could use? I could only guess it was our visitor's affiliation.

Unwilling to hide from this new development, I rose and crossed the aisle, sliding in next to Josephine. She caught my eyes, her own expression calm ...