Okay, that gets another short, sharp laugh out of him. "It's not that I mind talking to people," he says, "I just like having a document to refer back to later." What he really likes is the security of having a feed at his back, ready to supply important information and full of answers for any questions he might have.

He's frowning again soon enough, though, looking between her and the terminal. "I don't like this," he says. That communication outside the train is impossible? That the only network here is a bunch of hardwired terminals with next to no processing power?

Yes.

He shakes his head and turns his back on the infuriating machine. He turns his full attention to her now. "...What do you mean, 'all the time people have been stuck here'?"