Honestly, Crowley would likely look a lot older if he didn't dress the way he did... but a trendy fashion sense and haircut could make a 50-year-old human look closer to 40 if one was really scrutinizing things here. Not that it mattered, clearly neither of them were competing for father-of-the-year.

"Afraid it's just slop again," he notes, heading in the direction of the passenger cars, "Not really room to be picky on this train."

Depending on the room number Koumyou had been assigned, it could be a long walk before they reach his door. Crowley holds the door open behind him into the next car, waiting.

"What room are you in?"