"Trains are a conveyance that travel along tracks, in this case through underground tunnels, so people can get near their final destinations quickly. We'll just go in and I'll pay for all of us and we'll sit there for a few minutes and get out at a different station."

Illia seems very intrigued by this description!

"I'd rather no one notice your alien abilities or your accents on the way, is that all right?"

"All right."

And Cadra leads them out the door.

It's really hot out, and sunny.

Bit of a change.

Odette doesn't float at all.

And neither of them talk.

And there are stairs down into a nice breezy ventilated subway station and they wait forty-five seconds and then a train pulls up! People get off it, and then they and others can get on.

Illia excitedly uses magic to examine the structure of the train.

It is electrical!

There are tiers of seats. They can get three together across a couple rows.

That works.

And then two stops later they are at the capital complex and can be ushered in! There is an elevator involved.

Ooooh how does that work?

There is also electricity! Another elevator car swings out of their way as they go up.

Eeee!

And now they are up and going down this hall and through this door and "all right, as long as you don't raise your voices you can talk safely here."

"Not raise voices," Odette assures her.

"The senator is wrapping up some other things so no one will miss him while he talks to you. Do you have any questions for me?"

"Knows language--Oakhar. Don't knows country."

"We're in Calado. Welcome!"

She nods. She says, "Reds doesn't clean?"

"Reds aren't clean," corrects Cadra.

"Why reds aren't clean?"

"Reds do work that makes them unclean, and have been doing it for many generations."

She illusions a bathtub with a querying noise.