Oh gods. [ Quietly, all out in a rush of breath. She thinks she feels her legs grow weak, and decides it's probably for the best that she's sitting. A glance around the rousing train car doesn't reveal him — yet. He's here, isn't he? But how? ]

Here. [ Real helpful, Aria. ] In a — in a train car. I was told to message someone in their directory, and, [ There's a beat as her voice goes from mildly distressed to an even, teasing tone, one she wears well. ] well, I couldn't possibly resist the urge to speak to a familiar face, could I?

Where are you? Are you— [ Real? Here? No-longer-gone to wherever her soul is? ]