Something in the back of the experienced pirate's mind starts insistently keening a warning at the friendliness and... for lack of a better word, cajolery in the raccoon's voice. Keeping a soft but firm grip on Sevana's shoulder in case the other woman hadn't heard the same thing, she smiles with slightly fake bonhomie. "Nah, but we can't be getting too far away from the train, unless we want to lose our seats! I got some good ones by the window," she demurs. "Just wanna know about how long it'll be before we can get moving again!"