"They are pretty big, it's true, but I think you'd manage," Zagreus hums, not doubting for a second that this little kid could throw down if necessary. Maybe he's got magic, or maybe he can shift forms, but the Train is not likely to pick up just any ordinary mortal child unless they can pack a serious punch, metaphorically speaking. "I think if you caught them on the ankles, you might be able to trip them onto their backs, if you can avoid the creepy aura thing they've got going on. Gods, just remembering it is making my skin crawl. Reminds me of my Father staring down at me from his desk, all disapproving and sullen."

Zagreus watches the screens for a little bit, but only for a little, as seeing his friends and other crewmates in perceived danger is stressing him out a little. He can't bear to look for very long, so he turns his attention back to Ken and his question.

"On the Train or here with you all? I've only been here... a few hours, I'd guess, but I'm not great at telling time in a void. And if it's on the Train, I've been part of the passenger list for..." The prince counts on his fingers for a moment. "... four months, give or take a few days?"