The bus stop was crowded. Not by a huge degree, but reasonably so. Rain was hammering down, making harsh pattering noises on the glass exterior of the otherwise shielded shelter. The sky was clouded with dark wisps, but the sun was still trying to get through.

Stood at the bus stop, Damar was grumbling. He had his arms folded defensibly over his cuirassed chest. He continually mumbled and groaned. Sometimes, he would swear at the tempestuous weather, others, he would simply shuffle his feet.

"Will you stop that?" Dukat said huffily to his second in command. He eyes Damar, waiting for his respective answer.

Damar lifted up his tired, annoyed head to face the Gul. "Stop what, sir?" he asked, actually not knowing what the cause of the question had been.

Dukat frowned at his first officer. "Those..." He flapped his hands, somewhat at a loss as to how to explain Damar's sounds of frustration. "Noises!" he finished.

Damar shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Sorry, sir," he said half-heartedly. One part of him was thankful that it had been Dukat - his actual commander - who had told him off, and not Weyoun. The other part was annoyed all the same.

Slowly, Dukat nodded. "Good."

Weyoun was not under the shelter, where he would invariably stay dry and positively warm. He was, instead, waltzing about outside the shelter. He would stand still for a brief second, holding out his hand so that a splat of precipitation would fall and make contact with his skin. Other times, he would shift about in odd movements and state up at the gloomy sky.

"Weyoun," Dukat called out to him. He shook his head in slightly amused dismay.

The Vorta stopped his prancing and looked at the Gul, giving him a questioning look.

The Cardassian pointed to his side. "Come here. Stop dancing in the rain." He glared at him.

Damar lifted an eye-ridge, but refrained himself from saying anything.

Weyoun shrugged, but likely only listened to Dukat because he was beginning to get bored. He joined the two Cardassians under the bus shelter.

Damar grumbled something undesirable as he shifted to the side to allow Weyoun to squeeze in.

"Have you checked the timetable?" Weyoun asked.

To his perversely pleased surprise, it was Damar who answered. "Be patient," he said gruffly. "ETA is one minute."

Weyoun nodded. "I don't think I can wait much longer than that," he commented.

Sure enough, sixty Terran seconds later, their transport arrived. They stepped onto the red bus.

"You go first," Weyoun said politely to Damar.

The Cardassian studied him curiously, then nodded curtly. He boarded the bus, paid, then took a seat.

Then, Weyoun looked at Gul Dukat. "Dukat," he said, stepping back.

Dukat nodded and proceeded onto the bus. He joined Damar.

It was Weyoun's turn to board now, and he stepped on. He could have sworn he felt it dip slightly as he set his weight on it. He paused, looking as curious as always, then stepped forward. The driver watched him with what looked like tired eyes.

"Can I help you?" the driver asked him.

Weyoun fumbled for currency, and eventually, he pulled out five slips of latinum. He proffered them to the driver.

"Where is it you wish to go?"

Weyoun frowned and then looked over at Dukat and Damar, who ere sat together near the back of the bus. "Where are we going?" the diplomat called out to them.

This time, it was Dukat who replied.

Weyoun relayed the information to the driver, who nodded absentmindedly. "Two slips," the driver said.

The Vorta nodded and handed over the appropriate tender. He then took his change, took a seat opposite Damar and Dukat. He beamed at them and they both let out similar groans of annoyance.

"Who are you texting?" Weyoun asked Dukat.

The Cardassian looked up at him. He frowned. "Weyoun, it is none of your business."

"How many times must I remind you?" Weyoun asked sardonically. "You answer to me, while Cardassia is a member of the Dominion, which it always will be."

Gul Dukat rolled his eyes and threw a 'help me' look at Damar, who only smirked. Em he quite enjoyed it when other people were on the receiving end of the annoying Vorta's speeches.

Dukat harrumphed.

"Well?" Weyoun pressed.

"No one you know," Dukat finally answered, after a moment's thought.

Weyoun smiled wryly. He leant forward in his seat and looked over Dukat's shoulder, which got him a groan fell the Cardassian. "Kira?" Weyoun said, frowning. "You're still in contact with her?"

Dukat nodded slowly, looking a little confused. "So what?" he asked wearily.

Weyoun shrugged and gave him that insufferable smile of contentment and ill-deserved self-satisfaction. "So nothing," he simply replied. "It was merely an observation."

"Observation my ass," Dukat scoffed.

"I think the journey time is two hours," Weyoun informed them after a time.