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"Why would I?" he asks, getting up from the piano and striding toward the bar. "I'm fine. I've got my ticket and I've taken this ride many times before. Why should I get all in a panic educating you fools on the rules when you could easily go out there and learn them yourselves?" He picks up a bottle of whiskey and pours himself a glass, dropping some cash on the counter. "How about instead of whining and crying to me you find something worth doing? The answers are all out there. It's clear as day. You just have to be willing to go out there and look for it ... all the while avoiding the things that could kill you. I mean, hiding in here is all well and good and all but don't you think you might require a ticket? And where can you find said tickets? That's right ... in the train station." He swigs the whiskey all in one gulp. "I don't know why you're saying I haven't been useful ... I've been telling you all along what you need to do but you just can't be bothered going out there and doing it yourself." He pauses. "Pity."

"Fine!" She bursts. Rummaging through her handbag, she pulls out what little money she has and slams in down on the bar next to the piano man. "I'll play your-your silly little game!" And storms out of the car in the direction of the sleeping car.

Charlie watches this exchange silently while he pours himself a brandy, "So what are the prices here?"

"Sixpence for a whiskey, three and a halfpenny for a beer," says the fellow, cheerfully watching the lady head out of the lounge car.

Jonathan takes a few coins out of a pocket and tosses them on the counter. He stares blankly for a couple of seconds at his shaking hand, then closes it into a fist and hides it back into the pocket. He looks at Charlie, then says: "Mr. Hagan... do you think we are safer here than outside?"

Charlie sips his drink, considering. "Well, we know what's dangerous out there and so far in here we've just found this guy" he gestures to the unnamed gentlemen, "and he's more annoyingly unhelpful than dangerous." He places sixpence and a halfpenny on the counter. "I'd like to get my bags though, plus there's the others still in the station, and the way he's talking about tickets is worrying... Maybe Mr. Durant can deal with the thing outside?"

The unnamed gentleman merely smirks, then returns to his piano playing.

"This situation... is beyond absurd. I mean, you've seen that thing right?", Jonathan lowers his voice to a whisper before continuing, "That monster. And that man is there playing the piano like it's nothing. He heard it crashing on the side of the train... and he's still there playing the piano, like nothing. Don't you find that suspicious?"

He pauses for a second, to drink another sip of whisky, then continues in a normal tone of voice:
"If Durant meets that thing, he's better off running. And I hope the others are safe, but I'm not going out there again. Instead, I want to check on the other cars... see if some other... weird thing... pops up".

"Yeah, I saw it..." Charlie shudders slightly. "Anyway, maybe we should go find Miss Aston, I wouldn't want anything to happen to her while she's off by her lonesome."

"All right, lead the way", Jonathan says, standing up.

Leaving his glass on the bar counter, Charlie strolls towards the sleeping car, "You wanna come with?" He asks the unnamed stranger, "Or are you just gonna stay here drinking and playing piano?"

He begins to sing as he plays, "Oh, I'll be here ... waiting ... forever waiting."

Then chuckles, long and low.

"Good luck with Mr. Pretty Boy here", Jonathan says while opening the door for the Smoking Car.

Charlie bursts into the room and rounds on the guy, "You! How do we deal with the ticket inspector without a ticket?"

The man looks up from the piano, pauses for what feels to be a millenia, and then says simply, "You die."

"That's always stopped him in the past. You die and then all is forgiven."

He pauses, reaches for his glass of whiskey, completely calm.

OOC,you can spend some of your social points to try to gain more information out of him.

"Don't give me that shit. You've been on this train a few times, right? There has to be a way.

Could I spend a point on Evidence Collection to get a read on him and figure out if he's more likely to respond to flattery, intimidation or cutting a deal?