"Me either. But if it's between jumping off a moving train, and starving, I'll go with the jump." Though not physically, of course, that would just be silly. She'd end up breaking her legs, if not more than that.
Marian grinned at his tease, "I am too. I'm actually glad we're both here on the train. Even with the weird things that are thrown at us, I don't think he and I would have ever got the chances, the moments, we've had here." She confessed. "Not in Nottingham."
Shaking her hand she waved as he apologized. "Think nothing of it. Had he not used your face, and your voice, then perhaps I might have been persuaded. But when he said things looking like you, sounding like you... I knew you would never say those things. It gave me more strength to say no." Perhaps it hadn't gone exactly that way, but the dream was fairly vague now. And she felt the urge to comfort him. Not that he was a fellow that needed comforting.
Marian wasn't the sort of woman that could read minds, but she felt the urge to confess. "I did try doing a different animal. I tried...using a wolverine. But... Having never seen one, in more than pictures on my phone, it looked more like a bear, or a cute wolf. So I went with something a little less cute, something more... Manly." She flexed her arms comically. Because if there was anything to be said about Logan, it was that he was, without a doubt, manly.
She smiled at the thanks. "I hope she likes it. I... made them because I noticed the train is being cantankerous, and refusing to put your name outside this door, and hers on yours." She nodded her head toward the door outside 'his' room.