"The name is about the only colourful thing about it," a curious voice purrs close by, followed by the appearance of the individual that it belongs to from a cloud of purple-black smoke. Nevan leans against one of the posts holding up the station platform roof and looks Seras up and down as if trying to decide whether or not she ought to be impressed.

"And you already sound like you know where you are. I'm sorry to say.. you won't be catching a train to London from here."

Personally, Nevan isn't in any hurry to go anywhere. This place is cozy compared to where she had been previously.