While North is taking stock of the situation, Dave distracts himself by toying with the stun blaster he'd found himself armed with. He's definitely not the guns guy -- hell, he didn't even have any kind of gunkind or whatever in his strife specibus, but that doesn't seem to matter here, and that's probably one of the weirdest things about this whole situation. But it's cool. He's adaptable.

"Well. Seeing as through might result in some random people getting their heads blow in --which would really wreck anyone's whole day -- and under runs the risk of us getting uncomfortably intimate with whatever kinda hover-tracks this thing's running on..." He jerks a thumb up at the train car ceiling, expression flat and unreadable behind his shades. "My vote's on over. 'Course, the democracy method ain't good for shit if there's only two people picking two different options, so hopefully you just agree and we don't have to go full debate team here."

Not that he wouldn't be great on a debate team, if only through sheer bullshit. But that's not the point.