It seemed there was no way for Pan to leave the train normally, so once he had managed to get over the pain in his side for a brief moment (perhaps it'd gone numb by now, he thought) he stood on the edge of a train-table, balanced himself, and then gave a sharp kick to the frail glass that served as his current ceiling. A crack formed, but nothing more. He growled and prepared a more violent kick, but found himself falling off balance and he landed back on the bottom of the cabin again. He groaned, rubbing at his head before quickly moving to cover his face as the glass shattered under its own weight and fell to the floor around him.
After a bit of manoeuvring, Pan had managed to climb out of the top of the train, only suffering a few minor cuts here and there. He walked carefully along the length of the train until he came to higher ground- the train station’s platform- and he hopped off of the train and onto the ground. His knees went weak for a moment and he nearly fell, but he quickly caught himself before turning around to look at the train from the outside. He staggered back, shocked at the damage, and looked around to see if there was anyone to ask what the hell happened.