The music playing is something soft and jazzy, and Soldat is wedged behind one of the seats, head leaned back against the wall, eyes half-shut. They open fully at the voice, head rolling to one side towards Yoite. "Yeah," they say. "Hi. Sorry, am I someplace I'm not supposed to be?"

They can move. Maybe go to the sleeper car, but they're not familiar with anyone there yet. This felt safer.