A metallic complex whizzed by, the rails multiplying and diverging as they passed between platforms - barely possible to catch in a single frame of the human eye, the signs flatly stating CRUX were just visible outside the speeding train.

Some time later, the vox-grille crackled into life once more. This time it was not the recorded woman; a real-live human was speaking on the other end.

"Uh, Arbites-designated train inbound to Malleus Station, this is Malleus. Please respond."

A ring of lights around a small white button under the vox-grille blinked into life.