He doesn't mind the rambling--who is he to mind, when he can't half the time find the words for his thoughts and takes forever to get to the point? Tidus hums a little though in the space she leaves. What would the train want?

"We can't know what it wants--we don't know anything about it, everything's one big guess between that thing and what's going on at any point. All we can really do is...well, you just have to do what you think is right now."

He looks at where her papers might be, but not to try glean from a glance any info. There's something Nita said once...

"The train... it doesn't do words. Didn't you say that? So I think if you speak to it... you gotta go with feeling. Try and show it how you feel."