My name is Tobias Eaton," Tobias says. "I don't think you want to push me off this train. " The effect of the name on the people in the car is immediate and bewildering: they lower their weapons. They exchange meaningful looks. "Eaton? Really?" Edward says, eyebrows raised. "I have to admit, I did not see that coming. " He clears his throat. "Fine, you can come. But when we get to the city, you've got to come with us. " Then he smiles a little. "We know someone who's been looking for you, Tobias Eaton.
All great enterprises are self-supporting.