For a moment, Homura thinks about answering his first question. She could justify her reasoning, and provide proof, but there's no real point. He's either a shell she constructed, or a figment of her imagination, or something like that. There's no harm in being honest with such a person, she supposes, but nor does she need to debate.
Instead, she goes with his second question.
"No. I see nothing to fight, so far, but I would prefer to make my own way off this train rather than allow myself to be shuttled to whatever destination it intends to take me," she replies, still patting between the dog's ears. It's... a comforting sensation. "This glass doesn't look bulletproof, so a few shots should be enough to punch through it. But I don't have access to any of my guns, either."
She frowns. She supposes she could try to force open a door, but it's likely that an attendant would try to stop her. Homura supposes she'll just have to be sneaky.
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Instead, she goes with his second question.
"No. I see nothing to fight, so far, but I would prefer to make my own way off this train rather than allow myself to be shuttled to whatever destination it intends to take me," she replies, still patting between the dog's ears. It's... a comforting sensation. "This glass doesn't look bulletproof, so a few shots should be enough to punch through it. But I don't have access to any of my guns, either."
She frowns. She supposes she could try to force open a door, but it's likely that an attendant would try to stop her. Homura supposes she'll just have to be sneaky.