"How?" Devero asks. "What could there possibly be to do on a train that's-- what am I even doing on this train?" It's starting to close in on him suddenly, the fact that he'd just. Shown up on a train platform, and then been hustled inside by said train's passengers and a-- a pressure that he already kind of second-guesses feeling. He doesn't know how, or why, but he does know that he's not really feeling this right now.

He lifts his chin and looks for the nearest set of doors of this train. "I appreciate your time," he says to Senku, already a little distracted, "but I-- I can't stay here. I'm getting off before the train disembarks."