"That's louder than any train I've ever heard--"

The train blows into the platform, both the sound and the wind of its arrival buffeting him. He stands firm against it even if he really wants to duck, though he does shield his face from the suddenly energetic leaves.

He drops his arm as the detritus started to settle again, and stares. "And that doesn't look like any train I've ever seen. It looks ancient!"