There's almost always a few people hanging around in the standard car, and Devero generally tries to maintain the polite fiction of privacy when he passes through one way or the other. Of course, if someone looks like they might need something, he'll stop--

And Soldat looks like they need a bed.

He does stop, and leans against the backrest of the seat in front of the one Soldat's in. "Hey," he says, hopefully quiet enough not to startle while being audible enough to register. "We have bunks, remember?"