V had eventually decided to get himself on the train and take stock of what this place was and, hopefully, find somewhere quiet to do a more in depth system scan and check for inconsistencies. You don't come back from being an AI merged with hundreds of others unscathed, oh no. Also? It was really cold. This platform had a chill to it he'd never felt while in California or Georgia.

He turned to the sound of the voice that had called out, seeing if it was directed at him. It was. V had a horrible case of resting bitch face, but he didn't seem to particularly mind being called out to. He held himself with a certain confidence and authority that he was comfortable with whatever the hell was currently happening and he couldn't really blame the guy for thinking that maybe he had some information. What V couldn't stop himself from doing was looking the man head to toe because of the strange garb. He looked like some goth kitsch that walked off the street. It was certainly an aesthetic.

"Not much, just arrived as well." A beat. "Seems the people who've been here are mostly resigned." That is, nobody seems glad to be here.