It makes sense, since without specialized arrangements, all citizens beneath Blue clearance stayed at the Wagon Wheel. There's no reason Stiles can think of that would have a group of nearly a dozen other REDs stay elsewhere for the night, and sleepovers aren't exactly an option.

Though the windows, Stiles can make out some other people inside the train. "Yeah, but I'll say it's more than a hope." He indicates the number of people around them, and on the train.

The doors open with a soft hiss, and he steps in, reaching out for one of the poles in the center before the train starts up again.

Most of the other citizens keep to themselves; looking out the window, or down at their PDCs, but there are pockets of people, possibly coworkers, having a quiet conversation. The bits of it he can overhear doesn't hold his interest long. He doesn't try to start another conversation, doubting that small talk would last long, now that other topics are off the table, resigning himself to a mental game of I spy to pass the time.

A bright, cheerful voice announces each stop as they arrive, more people joining them as they ride on.