"When the sun starts actively working against your interests, it makes sense to do something about it," he says, carefully. "Even if it hurts you in the end as well." This is getting dangerously close to something he thinks he maybe shouldn't be saying somewhere as public as the trains, which he knows are monitored -- but it is just a story, isn't it?

Shrieky's enthusiasm is charming, and he smiles briefly, grateful to change the subject. "It is a nice system; in Izmir, where I lived before, the trains were never on time. And so slow -- have you been on the Skyrail yet?"

Important note: the Skyrail is fucking terrifying. It's useful, though, in that it has different stops from the El, and Wolfgang is not actually particularly bothered by heights. ... Well, of course not, he's like a million feet tall. (Ba dum tsh.)