No stranger to the heat, but a little put off by the pair of suns lingering against the clear sky, Michael nods as Wolfwood explains. A sand steamer, he guesses, isn't much different from a train - which is an improvement to the camels he's sort of expecting.

When the door slams shut, he raises an eyebrow over the frame of his glasses; "They don't like strangers? Or have you made a few friends with the locals?"