Tim's war cry has barely died down when Allen's voice rings out from just outside the trolley car, sounding positively alarmed.

"Tim? What's going on!?" He cries, and if anyone within earshot thinks he's concerned for the golem's safety, they're sorely mistaken. "Don't ea― Er, bite anyone!"

The door's shoved open next, rusted metal groaning from urgency. Allen comes thundering into Lavi's temporary sanctuary ― sorry about that, mister ― only to skid to a startled standstill. His white hair's mussed, the skin around his eyes bruised and fragile from too much looking, but his face lights up with happy relief when he sees―

"Lavi!"

But then the reason they're both even here catches up with him, knocking his smile down several pegs until he's left scratching awkwardly at a cheek.

"...I wasn't expecting to find you here."