[He could easily guess which older guys if he knew. But his own son calls him a 'doofus' so he's not easily bothered.] I been called worse. [He says outright, still carrying his boxes from the car. He's not even opened the masks yet, but hands the box itself off to Tidus.]

Here y'are. Go ahead an' do the honors. I can tell ya how to use it.

[He shuffles the books he ordered underneath his arm, one on treaties and one on the hospital train, ways of verbal defense if they're ever intercepted by untoward parties (he hopes, anyway).]

Think I'm gonna head to the music car an' get out of ever'body's way. Platform day is always some busy shit.