"Really? It's... something." He's quiet for a long moment, trying to find the words to describe it without dipping into the melancholy that was his first, last, and only train ride. Insomnian subways were different, but similar enough, so rather than the worst days of his life, he'll focus on that instead. "The ride is pretty smooth, nothing like chocobos or even a car. It feels kinda like you're gliding across the world."