[ It's strange that no one would consider leaving this place as an option to escape the plague, as there's a good chance that it's contained to this area somehow. Why hasn't that been mentioned as a potential solution? Ardbert can only assume it's because this train car has its limits, and there's only so far that the people can travel.

A cage, of sorts. Though he wonders if the denizens think of it that way.

From Ardbert's perspective, Anakin isn't particularly expressive or emotional, at least not in this moment. Nor is he completely buttoned up or reserved. In truth, he's been quite easy to talk to thus far.

He sets his plate aside now that he's mostly finished and lifts a hand to rub at his chin. ]

That would be the obvious goal here, but it's odd that we weren't given that from the first like in the other cars. Either way, it feels like it's the right thing to do, doesn't it?

[ He frowns and sends a glance off to stare at what seems to be nothing, but it's in the general direction of where he knows the clinic to be. ]

I'd rather not sit around and watch these people suffer.

[ Whether they're real or not, they certainly behave as if they're people. That's enough for him. ]