Nita, in turn, lets out a breath of her own; smiles in reassurance.

"When we're all cooped up in a small space like this-"

No matter how long the train gets.

"It isn't a childish problem. And like I said, you're my friend. As - as long as you don't think I'm overstepping," she adds, confessing her own worry with a wry look, "Then, anything in my power, I'll do. We deserve good things, you got that?"

Inigo deserves good things - not in the sense that Nita doesn't, but in the sense that he shouldn't count himself out.