"It's not a punishment when it's a logical consequence of your action," Devero murmurs-- a little automatically, a little distractedly.

He comes to himself when she points out that he's still sitting on his ass on the train floor. With a self-deprecating laugh, he shakes his head. "No, thank you." He stands, but immediately feels strange towering over her and kneels again. "My name's Devero."