"Let's see what the sleeping options are like on the train, and then we can decide," Blake offers, cautious as usual. She doesn't want to commit one way or another yet, because right now, neither option sounds great. Her van comes with space but it's just a cold, hard floor. The train option might be even worse. Who knows?
Still-- Yang had said we. An automatic assumption that wherever they'll be sleeping, they'll be doing it together. Over and over, Blake is surprised at Yang's willingness to continue being around her, but she's so grateful for it.
They start making their way toward the convoy. Up close, she can see it's got a semi-truck at the front to tow a long train of trailers, though she can't tell what's inside those trailers from the outside. Blake cautiously steps inside; it's a little cramped, but easy enough to follow a path down the main line. The first trailer has doors on the side which, when opened, reveal small bedrooms, bunks tucked into the walls. Despite everything, they actually look pretty cozy, warm lamplight softening the view.
Blake's mostly just wondering if she can steal a mattress to put in the back of her van.
"I guess this isn't too bad," she says dubiously. (She has slept on rock floors, in abandoned barns, and in trees, this is worlds better. Still.) "It's really only a little smaller than our beds back at Beacon."
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Still-- Yang had said we. An automatic assumption that wherever they'll be sleeping, they'll be doing it together. Over and over, Blake is surprised at Yang's willingness to continue being around her, but she's so grateful for it.
They start making their way toward the convoy. Up close, she can see it's got a semi-truck at the front to tow a long train of trailers, though she can't tell what's inside those trailers from the outside. Blake cautiously steps inside; it's a little cramped, but easy enough to follow a path down the main line. The first trailer has doors on the side which, when opened, reveal small bedrooms, bunks tucked into the walls. Despite everything, they actually look pretty cozy, warm lamplight softening the view.
Blake's mostly just wondering if she can steal a mattress to put in the back of her van.
"I guess this isn't too bad," she says dubiously. (She has slept on rock floors, in abandoned barns, and in trees, this is worlds better. Still.) "It's really only a little smaller than our beds back at Beacon."