[The thing about trains that he really loves is being able to walk through the cars and stretch his legs. Since it's not an ideal situation, as he's no fool to pick up on, he's spend a while away before quietly slinking back into their car. He stubs his cigarette out on the wallpapered wall, letting one long plume of smoke twist towards the open window while looking her over.
He tosses a thin blanket over her before turning, yep, back to that bar. For some reason he feels like another drink.]