"Couples, huh?" Yang stands up. "One mattress does sound like a better idea." While Blake is struggling not to overthink it all, Yang's thought process is much simpler. Where Blake is, she is. That's just how it is.

Anyway. That can come later. "Yeah, now I really wanna find a kitchen or dining car. We can't live entirely on gas station junk food, fun as that might be." She steps past Blake into the hall and looks down it...

After a moment, Yang blinks and rubs her eyes. "I must be tireder than I thought." For a second the hallway looked...too long? Longer than it seemed to be on the outside. But when she looks down it again...

"Hey, Blake. If you look straight down the car does it look off, to you?"