Yeah, I think it's better if I tell you somewhere else... it's just a long story.

[It's not that he doesn't trust people here. He just doesn't want to broadcast his whole sob sorry to the train.]

I'll be there in a few minutes. I'm just in the music car.

[Which means he's got a guitar slung over his shoulder when he finally arrives at the greenhouse. Whoops. He should probably bite the bullet and request his old axe from the train already.

No point in worrying about that now, though. He raises a hand to wave as he sees the girl from the network.]

Hey. Uh, I'm Rich, the guy you were talking to.