Well, until one of the train staff came by to ask us for our Tickets for stapling. Had to unwrap ourselves, reach over and fish them out of my jacket pocket, without waking Dinky; she still had it draped over her like a blanket, and slept like the dead. While I handled presenting the tickets, Derpy got settled back in her own seat again, semi-awkwardly shuffling around the Conductor, who just seemed like they couldn't care any less. They were more concerned with how my detached leg sat beside me, honestly.