...she was more than fine with that. She loved feeling him nuzzle against her like that - she'd missed so much of his little touches that she needed to feel him close. She reached down with a hand to take his, squeezing it affectionately. "Good. You'll probably need to brush it again later," Mostly because the wind outside would mess with her hair, but erm.. also because they were going to get a little frisky. OK a lot frisky. "Come on, let's get going." Who knew how long they'd be on the train, or where they would even get off but destinations weren't really an issue with them as long as they were together.