It's a good thing too. If she hadn't stuck around, there's no way Inigo would have taken even the slightest moment to do anything remotely resembling resting. He would just have kept walking around the train, desperate to find anything at all to do in order to distract himself.

So it's only now that he moves to sit down on his bunk. And he lets out a breath. Inigo doesn't sit completely still though - his hands idly pluck at the bunk, as if he's antsy, before he speaks up again.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend? Uh.. Or a girlfriend, I suppose."