Living in South Hampton for little over half a year, Mirko had made it a routine to run off to nearby New York City when he wanted to get away from home. It was the truant vagabond in him that had accustomed him to long train rides, and although this particular one was sentient, he had quickly dozed off into a light nap. Joined by Lorelei, Hackmon, and his partner Boi, the group had boarded a friendly Trailmon that had offered them a ride to their next destination. Now the group was rolling through the curving roads of the mountain sides, periodically dipping in and out of tunnels. Where initially they faced each other in a booth, humans on one side, and digimon on the other, Boi had squeezed in alongside Lorelei. Hackman had settled into an ease, sprawled across from them with his eyes closed- if he was asleep or simply opting out of the quiet conversation was a little unclear. Mirko was definitely unconscious, leaning against the window, breathing lightly as he slept. He proved to be a fidgety sleeper, occasionally spasming abruptly, before muttering something in a foreign tongue and settling back down. This left Lorelei with only Boi for interactive company, and the little wolf monster had joined her, dangling his feet as he took the seat nearest the aisle. "I... I like the idea." Boi was saying, keeping his voice at a polite whisper. When Lorelei had asked him how he felt about having a human partner, he was a little taken aback, and he leaned over to see Mirko on the other side of her, as if mindful of talking about someone unaware. "Mirko is interesting. I wasn't doing much before he appeared. I was just a Caprimon before I ever met him, and... hmmm." Boi's face never changed, but he looked off in the distance, far past his gaze with Lorelei or Mirko next to her. "I don't think I was very needed in my batch. I got thrown out because I had too many feelings...." There was a quiet pause, the Trailmon gave a turn that caused a slight shift, and Mirko rolled gently. His head landed on Lorelei's shoulder, and he adjusted unconsciously, snuggling himself into the warm spot between the seat and her arm. The movement made the tag around his next swing like a pendulum, putting on display the Crest of Friendship they had recently obtained. Boi looked at the crest, transfixed. "I think he's like me. Mirko." he whispered, bringing his voice very low and leaning toward Lorelei, as if carrying a secret between them. "I think he was very lonely too. So I'm glad he understands. He's a... a Mirko, but I think we're supposed to be really good friends." "I just hope we can make more friends. Because the crest... " Boi looked down at his knees, his legs swaying now, like a restless child told to sit still. "And uh- it would be hard to go be lonely again."