She sees the light ahead of them before any of her crew, a gathering near the ceiling of the Neath and then an arc downwards into the black waters of the zee. She throws her arm before her eyes, and is still left blinking spots out of her gaze.
"What was that?" a crewmember calls out in alarm.
"I don't know," she replies, "but we're checking it out."
There's murmurs, but her crew do as commanded.
She follows, mostly succeeding in keeping her head down, but occasionally glancing a bit too curiously around herself.
Kim keeps an eye on her charge, telling herself it’s for her safety, but nonetheless finds her eye drawn back for a more fond, warming reason.
Moloch Street Station is dark and gloomy and crowded, smelling of sulfur and coal dust. The damned shuffle onto the train, some like their hopes and dreams have been crushed, some smiling and waving to the weeping relatives they leave behind. There's a bored-looking devil taking tickets, and, through the crowds, a ticket-seller can be spotted.
Lillian looks like she's biting back a comment.
“Stick by me. We’ll be okay.” Kim heads towards the ticket seller, offering her hand to Lian.
Once she reaches the ticket seller, she pulls a serious look back onto her face. "Two, thanks."
He seems bored, names a price in an even tone, then hands them the tickets. No questions asked.
Kim takes the tickets, heading for the train, keeping a tight hold on Lian’s hand.
Lillian follows.
The line for the train is long and tense, and the train itself is crowded and unrelentingly dim. The air feels heavy, and there's a smell of smoke to it. Lillian keeps her head down, stops filtering the air (though does keep making a pretense of breathing) (breath is a novel sensation, but the smoke makes her new lungs hurt, so), and tries to surreptitiously glance around.
Most of the damned are staring blankly ahead or down. Some are sobbing. One brave person seems to be doing their utmost to remain cheerful.
Kim keeps a stern look on her face, and tries to shield Lian as much as possible.
"You okay?" She asks.
"This'll be over once we find your father. Then we'll head back to the Flit. Promise."
"Heh, yeah."
The train whistle blows, and the carriage itself jerks, shakes, and starts moving.
She's having no trouble staying upright, until she realizes she kind of should be, which is when she subtly starts moving with the train's rocking.
In that case, Kim will keep hold of her. She doesn't have any objection either. She does quiet herself, though, looking around to see if anyone heard her outburst of joy.
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