Interesting. Not magic, she thinks, but the cube emerged almost organically from the floor. The same way that the wall had opened, she remembers. These beings have a fine level of control over their environment.

And while you can normally get people to like you by having them do you favors, Zelda has the uneasy feeling that they're not going to fall for that little trick.

"Thank you," she says anyway, because there's no point in neglecting her manners, and sits down. One breath. Two.

And she begins.

"I am Zelda, Princess of Hyrule. I was brought aboard the train midway through the month of Domino and have remained aboard for the last ten months."

Ah. Well, isn't that interesting; she hadn't much thought of her birthday, but if the passage of time exactly corresponds between the train and Hyrule.... "I believe I turned eighteen about three months ago. It hasn't been a terribly relevant concern, so I've not kept a precise track."