[Ah, okay, this is... something. He's not sure what to make of it, but boy is it something. His grip tightens on the briefcase; he doesn't like the looks of this, but he's certainly not turning around and leaving.
He'll head through the door toward the train, pausing once he's closer to get a better look at it. Is there anything here to check out? The train had to come from somewhere, so are there tracks he can follow if there isn't anything else to see here?]
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He'll head through the door toward the train, pausing once he's closer to get a better look at it. Is there anything here to check out? The train had to come from somewhere, so are there tracks he can follow if there isn't anything else to see here?]