[Quiet at that first part. Then, softly,] Yes. And . . . it is.

[A place that keeps you against your will in a small, confined space . . . what is, that, really, but a prison? An elaborate one, maybe. But still a prison.]

Thank you . . . [Said with a flicker of surprise that she would offer.] But . . . even if it were to offer such a thing, it feels . . . [She gropes for the right word.] Like a bribe.

[Which is still not to say that she doesn't want it. It's irritating how much she wants it -- knowing it's within the train's ability and dangled just out of reach.]