Logan shrugged one shoulder. "Think it's a different situation," he murmured. "The resort's not a run-away," he pointed out with a slight grin. "Can't imagine it's bent on torturing us the same way the train is." He wondered if the train was going to be stocking up, and he hoped it was. The things for sale in the shops were definitely more snack than meal, and if they had to set out with what supplies they'd had when they landed, he didn't think they'd last long.
Grinning over to her, he reached out to nudge her shoulder with his knuckles. "That's the important part," he replied as he let his hand fall back to rest on the arm of his chair.
Logan didn't think there was a point in gesturing to the obvious -- the train seemed to enjoy being mean, and bringing them somewhere beautiful to torture them was right up its alley. "Might stop somewhere like this again and they'll come in handy," he speculated.
He nodded. If there were new sleepers, they'd probably find an empty bunk bed room. Granted, that gave them suitemates, but the doors locked so he wasn't worried. "Sure," he replied as he glanced briefly to her.