A smile was easily placed on Kennedy's face when Sierra turned to him. He reached over a brushed something off her shoulder. "Good," he said, then followed her gaze and then turned back to face her. "I don't know," he shrugged. "Malfunction most likely." It had to be that. What else could have stopped the train?

Kennedy glanced down at her hand and didn't hesitate to lace their fingers together. They weren't official, yet, but that was going to change real, real soon. Where had he been? Well... "I accidentally passed out in an empty compartment," he said, honestly. It was supposed to be a five minute nap, but apparently his body needed the rest more than he thought. "I was actually woken up when the train stopped. What happened before that?" Because he clearly needed to catch up.