Terrance Lesner
"Good morning, Mr. Lesner, does the day find you well enough? Any problems you might have noticed, or are suffering from, that I might be able to address?"
The voice that tore his attention from the sink and plates he had within it was the familiar voice of the train's one and only, Doc. His limited experience with the man meant that Terrance could not exactly say he knew what the guy was thinking, but generally he saw the Doc as a kind, calm man who lived by that old "treat people as you wish to be treated" motto. That was good considering that he'd at least heard chatter about the Doc getting serious about something, and it did not seem like something Terrance wished to witness, if possible. Terrance was, after all, doing his best to avoid bring any attention on himself so as to give the authorities as little as possible to work with.
"Oh, hello there, Doc." Terrance replied with a warm smile as he continued to scrub the dishes in his hands. "I have not seen anything of note. But I might be inflicted with despair at the sight of all these dishes. Seems people want to eat quite a bit before the next stop or something like that, I would guess." giving himself a small chuckle and changing the now-cleaned dishes out for dirty ones, he continued. "And how have you been? You and some others had a meeting earlier, right? Or was that simply a codeword for breakfast?"