He hasn't been sure what to think about this place since he found himself there. Not how he got there, not how they seem to know what they do about him, and not how that door hadn't been locked when he put his full weight into it and yet nothing.

He settled into a seat, unsteady and still uncertain. He's not a fan of trains and hasn't been on this side of one every in his life. He likes them better on the outside, that's for sure.

"But they got no clue who it is? I mean, for what they told me they wanted me lookin' into out by that river, you'd think whatever this thing is could be a priority."