[Jean-Claude cocks his head to the side, the expression both coquettish and inquisitive at once.]

You will forgive me, mon ami. I have not been here long myself. Is there a history that I have missed, in coming to this place?

[Should he not be in this train car, for some reason? It is only that, as something of a dark creature himself, it seemed to call out to him. A macabre and melodramatic sort of thought, but then again that is Jean-Claude written all over.]