"They told me a week or until their investigation ended, whatever was longer." He pauses, accepting the sludge with a visibly mixed expression on his face. "Thanks?"

Looking up from the sludge, he adds, "They didn't make it sound like they were interviewing all of us to you, did they? 'Cause if it's only a handful of us a day, we're going to be in here longer than a week, and the whole train can't fit in this space."

Stinky was only the starting word for what would happen if they were confined to that degree. Jingyi paused to hunt down a spoon, ignoring the fork or anything else implement wise, then nodded his head toward the series of seats. An open sort of invitation if Jake wants to join him in his sludge... eating... adventure, to talk.