Tidus doesn't mind taking a lead, given that's what he's doing. Head always turned to a side and ready to speak over his shoulder to her, pressing the button leading through the space into the next carriage when her question comes.

"Oh, about... a few months." How many exactly? He walks, voice stuffier in the small enclosed space. Speaking half to her, muttering half to himself. "Gyueran, Terra, Irivar... I think it's... about five months? Yeah, five's right. You get a mission every month."

Tidus waits for Olivia to come through the passage herself before he starts walking again. The new carriage welcomes them with the same transparent walls, a line of lighting flooded from above and grass beneath their feet. Fruits, vegetables and flowers grow in plots every which way, even bamboo rising up in places.

"It feels like longer," he goes on. "But you get a routine. I like watching shows in the cinema car. The one with the big screen and all the seats?"