"Icy's got a point, I think, we should probably meet over at the Plazma Hotel, its where our reservation is at anyway." Fox replied standing in the hall in the train, looking at the other two through the opened door.
Lone Star gave a faux-salute. I'll meet ya there. Good luck! He zoomed out the door, immediately taking high into the air.
Hate me if you want. But that's your issue to fix, not mine.