Fayt frowns a little at Albel's change of clothes. Really, that seemed a little counter productive to him, considering he had a feeling Albel would be complaining about the cold soon enough.

And then there's the familiar voice of Nel, and to Fayt's credit, he doesn't jump this time, though it's a near thing. Really, this seemed to be becoming something of a habit.

"Huh.... maybe the change was only the transfer of the arrivals. We'll be pretty lucky if it was." He turns in the chair, straddling the back with one arm as he faces Nel. "He's a bit behind us both, but not too far. The fourth dimension isn't an issue, at least."