All those words strung together meant very little. He paused, appreciating this young man's answer, and left only slightly more informed.

"This train is some kind of vessel, then?" One step at a time. He patted the side of the train yet again, a firm sort of sound. "Hahaha, ah, I can understand something like that, I think, it's not too different from the longer voyaging ships, but hm, these missions? We're... you and me, and these people?" He paused to gesture toward the figures on the platform, mixes of features and colours and styles of clothing. "We, all of us, are taken on a vessel to save worlds."

Who and what universal will was currently laughing at the concept?