"Yeah."

There seems to be very little hesitation in Inigo's answer. He just nods, glancing at the train rather than at the other.

"Don't worry about me. I'm going to be fine." Well, maybe not fine. More likely frustrated, when it comes to being here on the platform and feeling unsure what to even do about their current situation.

But Inigo wouldn't be Inigo if he didn't claim to be fine all the same. As if it might become reality if he just says it often enough.