Jae finds the train in parts useful and frustrating - but that, at least, is familiar. He's not sure if it's funny or sad that public transportation is the same everywhere. (But it's free, so he can't bitch too much.) It reminds him more of the tubes than the Seoul metro; such efficiency is not for just any city, it seems.

And like on the London tubes, Jae has a habit while on the el train: listening to music and ignoring the shit out of everyone around him. His earbuds are neon pink and the device it's plugged into is glowing faintly, powered by some kind of bizarre source he's never heard of - but it's working well enough, so he's properly fascinated by it, intently flicking through the controls and reflecting on the sound quality. The volume isn't up loud enough for him not to hear the station announcements though, and he flicks his gaze up when the loudspeaker pings to check where he is. In the process, he notices some guy staring at him, and he smiles politely before looking back at his not-an-iPod.