"That," he says, "Is your best idea yet." With a smile and a wink, because he's jesting, really, but taking advantage of the moment as it exists? That's important.

He has no idea what that one person just did, but the damage to the water from the train appears to be fixed, and so he's still staring in considered confusion and curiosity, making no effort to disguise how he's watching now.

"Oh, not really. They're more sad than anything else," he says, like that makes sense out of context. "People try to fight the fog sometimes, or attack the train, usually they're not as, ah, successful? It gets more chaotic when everyone has to step out, but you find yourself on platform one way or another. These doors opening again means everything's restocked, that's about it."

The tug right now to board is low level, easy to ignore, but a presence to the sensitive regardless.