Walter ambles on out of the train station without even bothering to give the rest of the styling team so much as a second glance. He knows what they look like, or what they looked like last time, and they're really not worth much attention. They're like a small swarm of fashionable insects. He's just glad it's not him they're focusing on.

He ignores them in his trudge through the snow back to the Victor's Village, though he'll later regret not at least amusing himself with their misery. It's not until he's actually at Caro's door and knocking that he realizes he has no goddamn clue what time it is. Oh, well. If it's too early he'll blame Garak.