Everything beyond it was passenger cars, with what looked to be a storage car beyond it. He didn't feel like being exposed by sitting in a passenger car and letting any old bastard wander in or fly by and see him through a window. He also was not in the mood for breaking into the storage car and living amongst even more crates like so much perishable goods. If he found one that he could fit inside, he did not know whether he would feel relieved or want to scream. He simply closed both doors to the staff car, using his hammer and an iron rod from the caboose to lock the doors in place. He'd stay right the fuck where he was until the train stopped. No windows, it was nice and warm and not full of fucking ponies to ruin his day. He liked that just fine.