"Huh. I'll try asking him," he says, and the try is because at the hour of the evening they're at, Jingyi isn't sure he'll remember something that specific come morning. Crashing, scraping, dream.. sharing? Sounds weird, but not as impactful as the rest of his attempt at late night exercise has gone.

Not that he regrets it, but his head's already overfull.

So he squints at the flat, box-shaped pieces, wondering if a cabinet's about to swing open, just like appliances do in other parts of the train. Or how his bed folds into a seat, which is a useful love letter to how the train wants none of them to be comfortable, at all. Ever. Rude.

"How'd you figure out all this was here?" Jingyi shuffles to the side of the lights that start up, further squinting at the switches. At home, they'd be activating something mechanical in nature, but not technological, doing something like this.