"We'll have to head down to the platform," Damien tells her, reaching for her hand to pull her in that direction at his usual limp. If this were a real train, connected to the infrastructure of a city, and not just a standalone mockery this place is so good at, he could do it at range, but from here, his phone's not picking up the train. He doesn't stop to think that the train might not even exist.

He glances back at her at the question, however, frowning. He can't say he had a favorite pet (they only ever had one, and he was very young at the time), but, "There was a cat." A beat. "I think my mother called him Snoopy."

Never mind the fact that that's a dog's name.