He does note that mini-kitchen-- and then pauses, and realizes that he should probably be compiling himself a map. After all, it's not like he's going to have access to the transport local feed for wayfinding and service locations.

"One moment," he murmurs to Webmind, and returns to the entrance to the carriage. Holding his hands low before his toned abs stomach, he has his Interface snap a photo down the length of the car. Looking through his Interface, he labels it and saves it to a quick access slot. Map of the train: started.

He trots back to his guide, and he does, indeed, find a little blue pouch with his EMID number on it, plain as day. He frowns as he pockets it-- he's still not happy about that-- and then looks over at Webmind. "Disappointing?" he prompts.