After receiving some painblockers, which Ton was very greatful for, Ton went to fetch some refreshment to wet his drying throat. He was curious about where his squadron had wandered off to. He shrugged, Ton would find them later.
Dry throat came first. Maybe on the way he would see one of them bumbling around, unless if they found him first.
"I loathe bus stations. Terrible places. Full of lost luggage and souls."