Inside are several seats in rows, a cache of guns and ammo lockers on at every other chair, and a drop down bed with several medical supplies. Ama heads over to the first aid kit and pulls out a thread and needle, snipping off the vine stitching to properly tend to the wound on her shoulder. "Well the good news is I'm pretty sure armored transport is much faster than a train. I give it maybe... a few hours instead of a few days"