It's not a direction he's expecting them to go as they sit down, Tidus finding his own perching space, a spot on top of a trunk with a view outside. A chilly fog that wafts through indoors, but Tidus doesn't mind it too much, a jacket on to cover his arms.

"From the train?" Wow, he can make a list there. His brows lower quizzically, but, thinking about it... "A sunny view, fresh air, a beach; seeing the stuff you buy before you order it, wider everything."

He makes a motion of the narrow design of the carriages being brought out more box-like, offering more space. Yes, please.