Joscelin crawls down to sit next to her on the floor. She's quite a bit taller than he is, and older-looking in general, but he'd been told once that the other children on the train saw him as something of an authority figure so he might as well pull a Tony Stark and look after the girl until she gets her bearings.

"Well then, Misa, welcome to the Multiverse Hopping Nightmare Train." All right, so he isn't very well practiced at being comforting, but still. "You're feeling lost and afraid right now, I understand, but generally the people here want to help. This isn't a bad sort of place, as far as prisons go."

He's really bad at this.