"Report them? Why?" Toast asks Revya as he saunters out of the off-shoot. "Didn't you hear them? They had their 'permits an' everything', not to mention they helped us out." It's clear from his tone that Toast didn't think those miners were legit, but he doesn't see any reason to report them to the authorities. After all, betraying info-sources is bad for business.
Meeting back up with Camelia, Toast gives a quick wave before putting his hands back on his head and continuing his stroll through the cave. Listening to her findings, he grins and responds sarcastically, "Oh, he sounds delightful, can't wait to meet him!" He picks up on the use of the word "accidents", but doesn't say anything. Thinking back, the miners said Celestine's death was an accident, too, or at least that's what they were told. But the impression he got from Sam was that these weren't just accidents. If they were, they probably wouldn't hire a third party to investigate, right? Toast's instincts were telling him there was more here than meets the eye...
That being said, speculating in a cave isn't going to get him anywhere, and thus he continues on towards the elevator, never breaking his stride. Once the entire group was inside, the elevator started its long journey up to the town. Toast would make a passing comment about the lack of elevator music and would attempt to make small talk with the group during the ride.
When they finally stop moving, the doors don't immediately open, which causes Toast to tilt his head in a bit of confusion. However, the speakers soon came to life and projected the voice of what had to be the group's employer. Unfortunately, he cut off communications before Toast could ask for his name. So much for first impressions. "He needs to get laid," he comments as he steps out of the elevator.
Falconhaven itself was a bizarre sight to Toast, to say the least. He wasn't expecting a town to be entirely within a cave, so all the sights catch him off-guard. He lets out a low whistle as he watches the artwork in the ceiling and takes some time to admire the painted support pillars. It's a very pretty town. It makes the contrast with the people all the more stark, as the inhabitants hurriedly go about their day avoiding eye-contact and keeping to themselves. Accidents, my ass, Toast thinks to himself as he observes the townspeople.
Unfortunately, there's no time for sightseeing, and he's brought back to business by the greeting of the officers. "Hiya, I'm Toast!" he greets the lieutenant, shaking her hand, before continuing, "Well, I guess the first thing to ask is if you can catch us up on the investigation so far. Ya know, names, times and places of death, all that jazz. The sooner we get started, the better, in my opinion."