Logan chuckled, and he kind of wondered how often Robin was subjected to that sort of torment. Though he guessed they had their own way of handling things; Robin probably knew better, after all. “Cows,” Logan agreed. “We had them for … I’m pretty sure the entire first month. Then again … a month, month and a half later.” Maybe it hadn’t even been that long, but he was pretty sure it had been at least a few weeks.
“Probably best to clear it with people. Maybe you’ll get some support who have ideas, places to keep ‘em, things like that.” Though he had to agree, most people probably weren’t surfing the network constantly like they would be while the train was in transit.
Logan glanced over to her, grinning a little. “We’ll see if it survives,” he murmured. “Then we’ll see if someone finds it before me. Maybe I’ll see it on the news. A letter addressed to me about a mad time traveling train and unicorns disguised as cows,” he teased before he shook his head slightly. Exhaling quietly, he let his attention slide briefly back to the window before he regarded her again.