"I arrived only a few days ago," Samantha replied with a shake of the head. She wasn't sure she'd ever really get used to this place, but she was slowly coming to the realization that things weren't about to change any time soon. Privately, she thought she was in some sort of coma in a hospital and this was her reality for the time being - but it wasn't going to stop her from trying to figure out what would get her back. For all Samantha knew, it could be making friends with this woman. "Yourself?" Judging by Sylvia's haircut and clothing, she'd likely been around long enough that she'd been influenced by the styles of the rest of the train's passengers.

"Misty is pretty, too," she agreed, "and very appropriate for the cat's coloring!" At the mention of the cat being sick, though, Samantha arched a brow in confusion. "Why would she be sick? Was there some sort of illness on the train earlier? Or in the last town where we stopped? I didn't leave the train, I was too busy - " hiding in my cabin and hoping I'd be transported home, she thought, and had to try to come up with a different answer. "Getting some rest," she finished. It was close enough to the truth, wasn't it?