Kerry had spent the next few hours near catatonic, lost in thought, it had been a bunch of words, a few flights, but nothing of real interest. He had managed to repair his plane, it was now preforming at one hundred percent, as usual. He had flown with them all the way, not speaking up and focusing on getting rest and being lazy.

The train driver was just another voice on the intercom.

Not that he cared, it was a train, so he met the question with the same answer as usual.
"*Mildly annoyed grunt.*"

He noticed that the others had pointed their guns downwards, towards the train, for what reason? They weren't actually going to shoot it! He turned on his radio, angrily yelling into it.
"What are you doing? Leave the man be, what are we going to do? Chip his paint? Fly forwards."

With that, he rested into his chair, and focused on flying.