He had left the train behind not long after that mare had left him alone in that cabin. Bridleburgh was not his destination, the Badlands were, and the train wasn't going anywhere near there. He had taken his opportunity by removing his armour. All of it. He had packed it up, opened the window at the first stop with plentiful cover, and had made a run for it. He had pushed his auspex to its furthest extent, fever be damned, so he could make the short distance to the treeline without tripping across some random pony.