He grinned a little at the flush, but he knew it wasn't the first thing people thought of. He rarely noticed it in a conscious way, but he'd had it all the life he remembered, so it was ingrained. "Uncanny," he agreed. "Makes you wonder if they customize the stable for every set of passengers to come in." Which, he guessed, they probably did. At least, when it was running properly. Which sort of made him wonder why they hadn't had any contact with the people in charge of things. Maybe the train had somehow made this into a blind, so they couldn't be found.
It wouldn't have surprised him, at all.
"Can't promise you any decent results," Logan admitted. He didn't know what kind of teacher he was, though people seemed to have strong opinions on that front. He just ... didn't buy that.
"Must be because the train's ..." he gestured down the mountain in the vague direction of the charging station. "Turned off. Can't screw with us when it's here, I guess. Maybe this place is above the train, and maybe this place isn't miswired like the train is. Just thinks we're guests and it's just doin' its job." He did grin at her question about the credits before he shook his head slightly. "Guess we'll see."
Logan exhaled a plume of smoke thoughtfully. "Probably. It usually tidies up and adds on rooms when it stops. As crowded as it was before we stopped ..." Well, he was pretty sure they'd at least be a couple empty rooms. He lapsed into thoughtful silence for a moment, watching the sky change colors as the world continued to turn. "Could see if we can find a room with split beds," he offered. He wasn't sure how she'd take it, or what she'd read into it, but he guessed it was a step toward something. A little progress of his own.