Belle seemed to startle a bit at the voice. Really, the breeze--much like the voice--had shocked her because it pulled her out of the world inside her head. Her mind seemed, these days, much like this land--constantly fogged over and a little bit terrifying.
Out of practice, though, she put on a smile. "Stepping out to clear my head a bit. The train does get so terribly stuffy after awhile." 'Stuffy', after all, sounded much better than 'constraining and terrifying'.
She took a few steps forward, glancing out into the fog. At least now she could see more than vague shapes. It made the whole thing a touch less foreboding than it looked through the windows. "It doesn't seem quite fair for the train to give us a car like this when we're passing through some place where there's not much to see, does it?" she said, a note of laughter in her voice.