"Unfortunately." Crowley sighs. The mysteries of the train are exhausting, but at least it has some minor luxuries.

"You'll probably want to talk to one of the real eager passengers on your way in, they love explaining this blessed train so much that they've made pamphlets." The way he hisses the word blessed is like it's a curse, and Crowley rolls his eyes so hard that it's apparent he's doing so behind his dark glasses.