They cross through the quiet coach, and what seems to be an office or workshop of some kind, on their way to the dining coach.

"Well, more for us, then." The angel suggests, though he does wonder what might be available in this sort of train. And what may even be available in the worlds they'll supposedly stop on? He supposes they'll have to see. "Surely they won't mind."

He's careful in leading the demon through the spaces between the cars, gentlemanly as ever. He barely spares a glance at the absolutely void outside the windows, as many questions as he has about it, but there's far better sights to pay attention to.