"Ah. Sorry, it's Soldat." They blink hard one more time, and solidify up the smile. If Otto knows any Russian, the name's meaning will be obvious. "Been one of the train's passengers for two months now. And I just arrived here without any say-so, too, all of us did." They settle both hands into their pockets, metal and flesh, and turn more fully to face them. "It's not so bad, though. We're here to help other worlds, and the train takes care of us the best she can. I can answer any questions you might have, to the best of my ability."

((sorry, somehow my brain slid right past Otto's pronouns into Soldat's... won't happen again!))