[Iggy watches comprehension dawn, eyebrows raised. When the supposed ticket-taker doesn't accept the offer he relaxes back and studies John a little more carefully. The uniform, he decides, is a little weird.]

Thanks. I don't seem to have any money on me, either.

So... not to sound completely stupid - although sweetie, I'm never gonna win any awards for my smarts - but where are we? I only know of one train station in town, and I'm a little worried I've somehow snuck over the border and I'm gonna wind up stranded in Seattle.