[It wasn't easy to track him down, may have been more luck than actual detective work. It's almost embarrassing, but at least he knows the city. Stepping out of the shadow the station cast, trudging through the snow, James kept his hands in his pockets, the collar of his jacket turned up. It's fucking cold out.]
Don't think the trains are running on time, [he called wryly.]
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Don't think the trains are running on time, [he called wryly.]