Nita moves closer, enough to give another hand-squeeze. There's at least one outreached-hand here on this train, Inigo can be sure of that!

"That's not always the case."

Speaking in general - much as it wasn't as if she couldn't be wrong, couldn't misread a situation or just not know what to say...

But, right now at least, she thinks she does know.

"It's more important, to me, that I'm sure I know what you want. That I'm not just assuming."

Or that Inigo's redirecting, coughcough.

"Friends are supposed to listen to each other. Give each other time to process things, if needed, but they'll always be there in the end, to lend a hand."

Inigo had certainly done that in her dream.