A train? All meaning for that word- in her mind, at least- didn't seem to match what Marian had observed thus far, but she passed over the details for the moment. She would decipher that later.
"I have never seen such a place, Robin," she replied, flatly, denying outright the idea that she had been here before. He was also drunk, she could tell now, so perhaps that was coloring his judgement of the situation. "You had just left Nottingham," she said, after a moment's hesitation. A hand strayed to her neck, where she wore a cord that held his ring- hidden under her dress, for safekeeping. Marian shook her head, once again bracing herself on the door frame to keep from floating away. "You had come to visit me, after Guy's rather ill-timed rescue."