As they walked into the train cab, this time Luna decided to sit in one of the open seats. She was starting to get used to this method of transportation. If she allowed herself the chance to daydream, she would've remembered the many similar trains leading around the mountainous country of her homeland. There wasn't any purpose in allowing herself to miss Tenebrae however; to imagine a more familiar view out the train windows than the still-mysterious Preyan landscape.
"I don't mind the trains," she said, looking about to the other passengers. "But I suppose a private car does have it's own appeal."
She eyed the Glaive, remembering Insomnia.
"The weather looks ideal for a beach visit, Nyx. I commend your suggestion." Luna had tried to imagine Nyx's private life. Did he enjoy the beach, or had there been some other purpose to it? Would he tell her if she tried to ask?