There's something eerie about the voice in its mechanized tone, filling a carriage that is otherwise silent, but where the whispers scratch at the stone. A shudder runs through Esteban's spine, but he's still thankful that the woman can understand him-- he tries to grin, but it comes lopsided when the pain flares again at his cheek.

He does go first through the stones-- keeping in her line of sight is definitely a must, now that he knows-- but he breaks his stride at the door, glancing back to make sure she's following. He's a little weary that the door might just shift again when he passes, but if they're quick about it, it should be good. He gives her a nod, hoping this dice roll won't flip on him again and bring him to the wrong carriage-- and the doors part under his hand.

He does not linger between carriages. There's too many voices that scream, too many voices that whisper already, too many voices that want to be heard. Best move along quickly.

Games carriage. Okay, yes! Games carriage! There's a soft sigh of relief as Esteban glances at the plaque, making sure that they are if a step closer to... well, he'll take a step further away from there as a win either way. Here, he allows himself to pause, turning to his companion with a smile again.

"Made it!" He sure as hell hopes they both did; but he's ready to run through all of the train if it dared hiccup right behind him, storm be damned.