Ah. Yes. Of course it's.. magic. (Magic?, more accurately, with that question mark attached. Inigo is used to magic from his own world, but the kind of magic he's seen on the train has always been so different from the fireballs cast from tomes that he's never quite sure if it's also magic, or something else entirely.)

Not that it matters right now. Anything to make the situation more bearable is something to make the situation more bearable. So Inigo takes in his dragon friend's words, glancing at the current situation around them as he lifts his sword again.

"So what you're saying is that we need to get a bunch of people all in the same place."

It sounds like he's going somewhere with it.

Though the jury is still out on whether that somewhere is good plan or a bad plan.