Davis: Look sharp lads.

The Sergeant nods up towards the tracks ahead where four armed men all dressed in black military fatigues walk alongside a woman. She’s short and tubby with a shiny bald head, as if it was shaved clean purposefully, and is dressed in a long black robe, like something a priest would wear while saying mass. Rob turns his head slightly towards Riley.

Rob: If this gets hairy you need to get back to Trinity and warn the others. No looking back.

The bald woman holds her hands up to signal that she is not a threat and then looks back to give instructions to the men following her. Three of them turn to face back towards the station, with one keeping his eyes firmly on the approaching emissary.