"Whoa, hey," he said, hands held in front of him. Under normal circumstances, he knew that Grey would never attack him with that knife-- unless Gilliam told him to, which was another issue all together. But these weren't normal circumstances. He knew how disorienting the arrival could be.

The train rattled along, taking them deeper into the city.

"It's okay. We're okay."

Did he even believe that? Really?