Rex sweats as the conductor moves into the car he's in and starts punching people's tickets. His eyes dart to the notice plastered on the car door.
"175$ for legitimate information on sirens and any other waterfolk. 300$ Dead."
He quickly looks away, afraid even staring at anything waterfolk related would give him away. The ticket gripped in his hand is legitimate, something he had to gamble for as no waterfolk had the necessary paperwork to buy one, but that didn't automatically mean he was safe.
"Ticket please," the conductor asks, holding out his hand. His elaborate metal work eye stares into Rex's soul as he hands his ticket over.
"Awfully sweaty, aren't chya boy? You aren't a siren, are you?"
"I- I have a condition," He says, his voice cracking and winces. Really, a condition? Way to expose himself.
Still, the conductor hands him back his ticket and Rex relaxes back into his seat. He enjoys a relatively easy ride into the city. He even felt comfortable enough to open up his lunch box and have a particularly fishy sandwich.
It's as Rex is exiting the train and he locks eyes with the conductor does his luck run out. Or should he say luck was never on his side for this journey in the first place.
"Nothing escapes this eye boy," the conductor laughs unkindly as he taps on his eyepiece. He leans into Rex's ear. "The authorities have already been alerted. Enjoy your last moments on land fish scum."
"Well I bet your fancy fish catchers can't do this!" Rex tells as he lets his arm shift into its mer counterpart. The conductor looks at him confused before Rex forms his metal hands and knocks out the man.