Little by little, Charming was starting to get used to the train. He was still beyond uncomfortable that Regina was here - he would never be able to relax while she was. He knew that. But she was not threatening anyone at the moment, and there seemed to be far more good people here than bad. That was comforting, at least.
He'd never used the chance car himself, but figured that this was as good a time as any. Perhaps he would find something incredibly interesting there, perhaps he would even find his home - although he barely dared to hope for that.
Opening the door, he stopped, his eyes finding the woman inside who was...dancing. After a moment, he came inside, closed the door, and leaned against the door to watch her.