"Sometimes I'll go to them - or where I remember last seeing them - and they just... don't respond."

Flashes of something else behind their eyes - or perhaps those were her nightmares boiling over into the day.

"And some of the people, they - well. You know. At the platforms."

They've both lost people they were close to, not just at home but during their time on the train.

Sometimes they were the same people. Which - though it also made her feel guilty for self-centering - also meant it felt right telling him about it. Inigo could understand.