Logan was sorely tempted to ask if she'd hit him if he kissed her, but it was mostly to tease, and he didn't want her to get any wrong ideas. So he just grinned, but otherwise held his tongue on that front. "Bet it would've hurt, if you'd hit him," he said instead before he shifted to lean back in his seat.
His grin softened into a smile at her speculations about the cows. There were things they'd never know about this place, and while it didn't matter in the end, it was another mystery of the universe. What was this place like, when they weren't here? "Could be," he agreed to the story she'd spun. "Maybe they're all actually unicorns, but we just see them as cows," he added before he chuckled quietly.
Logan shook his head. "I never really went looking for a room. I'm pretty content with the one I've got here," he added, patting the couch he was sitting on. It was comfortable, and he was half-expecting his name to show up on the door one day.
It was a little surprising about the bedrooms, but ... why not? If the room could be anything, why not a bedroom? Why not a passenger's bedroom? Surely some of them were homesick enough that a night spent in "their own" bed would be a blessing. "I wouldn't give the train any credit," Logan agreed with a nod. "Doesn't deserve it."