[ Another little splutter as more water cascades down her neck. It feels good, though. ]

Not trains. You can't really ride trains into battle. More like... cars. Automobiles. You know what those are?

[ The clucking and mild reprimand leave her a touch confused, but she drops her hands to let Lakshmi work on her hair. There's a wince and a sympathetic echo of discomfort as her hair tugs against her scalp. ]

They're machines. Kinda like trains, I guess.