Inigo lets out a small sound as he exhales. He's still smiling, but something about the sound is more wry, like he hasn't had great experiences with this sort of thing.

"I don't think the train is ever going to be that generous. It really loves making us buy things seperately, or even just intepreting our orders slightly too literally so we still won't get what we want." He pauses, shaking his head. "It's never easy getting things on here. Almost like the train is actively working against us."

Maybe it's slightly too cynical a thought for someone Inigo's age, but considering everything that's happened in the months he's been here on the train, he can't think anything else.