"Yeah, I'd say no. They have the basics, maybe, but they don't always have stuff like my ADHD meds. Or testosterone. If you want that, you've gotta pay for it. Which I mean, I guess is normal in America, where I'm from, but I was kinda hoping a magical space train would be different."

He folds his arms over his chest, just a bit self-conscious, but the comments the two strangers make do seem to settle him just slightly. "There are a lot of us who don't have a decent well being since getting on this train, especially since a lot of us were just dumped here. If we're lucky, we have powers we can use. In my case, I'm an average human without a lot to offer to the table. Half the time when I try to help, I make shit worse..." He hates admitting that, but he knows it's true. He's not cut out for this kind of thing.