[ Tragically, Beatrix does not look appropriately chastised. But, luckily for them both, she does finally get up from her seat to saunter towards his particular booth and slide in across from him. Her giant sword is with her too but it's fine, everything's chill. ]

Oh, sorry. It just seemed easier.

[ To shout?? Anyway. ]

And you don't have to worry about that. We're supposed to make friends on this car, right? Kind of hard to do that when you don't even know who the person you're supposed to be friends with is....

[ She frowns a little, already tired of trying to follow her own train (haha) of thought. ]

That's why you were sending those messages though, right? Because you need a friend?