And just like, the angel's expression melts away from pouting annoyance into gentle concern.

"Oh--oh, it's alright." He tries to comfort, despite the fact that he's bothered by exactly the same issue. "I mean, sure, we aren't exactly...where we wanted to be," He looks around at the car. They've apparently ended up in the garden coach. He's never seen a train with a garden coach. But, then, he hasn't seen a lot of trains that traverse the empty void between worlds. "But this, hum-- this isn't so bad. Right?" As he tries to sound chipper.