"Antracti—" Ant... what. "Sorry. Is there a shorter version of that?" Tony's aware that that's kind of a rude question, but he really doesn't think he's going to be able to wrap his brain around that mouthful of a name right now. Asking for a nickname seems slightly less tacky than just referring to them as 'hey you.'

He opens the door and steps out onto the little platform connecting the two cars. Whatever happened to the train didn't feel like a derailment, but just in case, he peers up and down the tracks to check. "Looks fine on the tracks. Just a power outage." He might be reassuring the other passengers; he might just be muttering to himself.