He shrugs, evidently not put off in the least. "Good. I like weird."

Then, as the train approaches one of its numerous stops, Ghoul's face falls. He leans to the side, looking first past her at the doors, then through one of the windows with a pensive expression. After a few seconds of silence, he notes, "Fuck, this is the wrong train." Welp.

Despite the cars still being in motion, he pops up, out of his seat. What a winning impression to make. "Guess you oughta teach me a navigation spell some time."