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.

"Oh, a sufficiently long shower suffices if a clean person touches something polluted but the reds aren't the same."

"Why reds aren't the same?"

"It's generational. I'm afraid I can't be much more detailed than that, not being a theologian."

"...Why theologian detailed clean?"

"It's part of their job. I'm not sure why, it's a green track and not popular in Calado. Now I've got a question for you - how did you two get here?"

"...Not knows all words. Uh..."

She considers this, and then shows an illusion. The two of them are in a city with a completely unfamiliar architectural style. A man is looming over them with an incredibly unfriendly look on his face. Illusory-Odette clutches her sister and suddenly the two of them are under a table in Calado.

"So you were - running away from someone? And then..."

"Magic."