[The shinobi walked the hallways, eyes glazed over as he looked at the various techno bits he could see in the station hallways. He'd been around some very basic computers before during his stays at the Hospital back home, but this stuff was just weird. Every so often he took out a kunai and tapped a wall, frowning some. Something about this place just felt really off. It wasn't the constant thrum, he could live with that. It wasn't the recycled air, he'd handled worse from the afore mentioned hospital. Whereever he was though, he knew one thing: they better have ramen or there'd be hell to pay.]