"And you must be Riff. Darling, I think you ought to cool down. I am after all your teacher," advised the white haired man. He demi-flitted back to his compartment. Sitting down sideways, with horrible posture, he waited for the train/sub/thing to stop. The view outside the window was fairly gorgeous, he thought. Although, this might have been because he was looking at his reflection instead of the actual scenery.