Zechs snorted softly. "Of course, you would be from a world with magic. I'm beginning to believe it's those like my own that are outliers. What magic does seems illogical to me - but given ample evidence, I cannot deny it exists."

He drew up alongside Alley in front of the train, and didn't push, didn't try to reassure, didn't coax. He only said, matter-of-fact, "I think we nearly have a hundred and twenty people on this thing, now. The train is barely large enough not to feel too crowded."

... To someone used to tight quarters on colonies, anyway.