[Chrissy might have hid behind Johnnie at one point. Now she stands beside him and narrows her eyes a little. This guy isn't being racist or awful or anything, but he clearly isn't fond of them being in his presence.]

We're not. Thanks for your hospitality anyway.

[She urges Johnnie to come along with her toward the door, and waits until they're outside and back on the bike to address that whole situation.]

Let's keep moving on ahead. Even if we have to go slow on the dirt roads it shouldn't be too much longer before we find a train station. There's more lights up ahead, and you can hear some noise.

[There's an unspoken concern there, one that travels down to her arms as they hold onto him just a little tighter. What kind of train station is operating and has people working at this time of night in this time period? She hopes the answer isn't upsetting.

But as they slowly continue along, the tiny town is mostly dark. The noise of a more industrial area gets louder as they pass tiny homes and creaky little shops. As they round the corner by the postal building, the train station becomes very obvious. It's about a hundred feet away, a small station, but well lit with plenty of lanterns going. There's plenty of people working, carrying wooden wagons of goods around. Two trains are parked, one clearly a steam engine. The other that sits behind it is far more ornate and ancient looking, with passengers looking out through tinted windows. Their eyes glow amber and Chrissy stares at them curiously, particularly since none of the men that are out working at this hour pay them any attention.]

You see that other train too, right? The one that's just parked there. All the eyes inside are glowing like they're on fire or something.