Demyx was fairly convinced that she was pulling his leg and he huffed, tiling his head slightly, with a shrug.

"I'm not planning on being here." He answered, looping his thumbs into the straps of the bag, turning his back to leave the cabin, completely and utterly in denial, or perhaps it was a lack of understanding of his situation.

Okay, he had no patience for this any longer, he had to get out of this train. Ienzo was probably wondering what was taking him so long.