@fathomline---
The station is crowded today, likely due to the fact that everyone is trying to get out of the dry, stinging sandstorms of the Sea of Tranquility. The weather is as fickle as a certain goddess, Enkidu muses as they stretch their legs out slightly in front of them in their seat on the platform bench. They don’t mind it, but as ever, humans don’t tend to like sand when it’s flying into their face at great speeds.
They stand up so that someone else more in need of it can take their seat, and in doing so they nearly jostle someone else, their foot landing just shy of the instep of the stranger’s. “Ah---I’m sorry,” they say, looking up with a small, wry smile. “It’s busy here today, isn’t it?” It’s an unnecessary question, said just for commentary, when the platform is packed to this degree.