Yuume is, perhaps appropriately, in violet. The rather tall woman- 5'8'' isn't exactly average in Japan, and that's certainly where she came from- turns, apparently unbothered by the awkwardness.

If anything, it's painfully familiar albeit for different reasons. "I don't know if it'll be what passes for sufficient information, but I'll do my best," she answers rather calmly. "...but we've been rather blindly plucked from time and space to act as part of this train's rescue operations."

She continues, though it's clear she's not certain about what she's talking about. "...Thus far, there seems to be some greater threat the train hopes to build a possible offense against, but the trouble is that we can't quite communicate with it clearly on any level- it doesn't operate with a very organic mindset, so the most that we know is that the threat 'exists', and is something it's avoiding at all costs for now... ...For that matter, it's become a fugitive craft for the people that built it- hence why it's forced to gather a crew from unaware people suiting its parameters."