Alvis was rather fond of rail travel, if mostly from a societal point of view. A place with a good public transport system meant less people having to rely on cars to get around. Less cars meant less emissions, less money spent- and, most important for him, less time spent in the ever-worsening pit of road rage. Alvis could drive, of course--he had to, on certain excursions, to avoid interacting with anyone aside from those authorised to meet him--but he always preferred the alternative. Perhaps it was because he was lazy. It was nice to have someone else at the wheel besides him.
This train was particularly pleasant, actually- the 09:03 service through Copenhagen, their planned destination. The seats were plush, the pull-down table was large enough to hold his tea and his watercolor pad, and the windows were almost perfectly clean (he couldn't fault them for a few scratches, given how close some of those trees cut). Plus, it was air-conditioned, despite the chill outside. He receded into his jacket, sitting in the chair like a little grey pillbug, watching the world run past.
He realised soon, however, that silently staring out of a train window was no way to treat a companion.
Georg was a young man, relatively speaking, and healthy; sitting perfectly plain in the seat beside him, also lost in thought. Alvis had taken a liking to him as soon as he had joined. And, whilst he took a liking to most people who passed through L-14, it usually wasn't enough to plan a long vacation with them, backpacking through northern Europe. Alvis was surprised by this; everyone was. It was common knowledge that he habitually wasted his holiday allowance, spending it either in his office, or (when forced) in his seldom-used living quarter. He only ever left the facility to renew his license- and, even then, he wasted no time. Many had tried to coax him out, but Georg was the only one who had succeeded.
They had planned their trip fairly loosely in advance, though Alvis wanted to be more specific; landing in Amsterdam, hiking through the Netherlands up to northern Germany, then taking the train over into Denmark. Copenhagen was the last city on their list, and it was the one Alvis should've been the most excited about, considering it was the only one he had visited before, but... well, it's nothing. It's fine. Excitement is a hard expression to show, especially for someone as habitually stoic as him. The whole trip so far had been nothing but pleasant, so this? This would be no exception.
"How are your knees holding up, Doc- Georg?"
He repeated his words in sign language, the motions sharp and practised, to avoid any suspicion from onlookers.