Oops, okay, maybe that was a misstep on Rue's part. They hardly wanted to speak on sore subjects -

"Oh, you work for a paper? Whatever do you do? Do you quite enjoy it?"

Nailed it. Rue's big eyes smile down at Peter at the offer for them to go first, and with a grace that's maybe surprising given their shape and size, Rue glides onto the train and finds a seat appropriate enough for an owlbear, with an open seat across from them so they can still speak.