"Simon!" She poked him. Hard, right where his arm joined with his chest. There was no way he could possibly think a person could sleep through that.
His eyelids fluttered open, and he made a funny little breathy sound, the sort people made when they woke up. He was good, Daphne thought with reluctant admiration.
He yawned. "Daff?"
She didn't mince words. "Are we there yet?"
He rubbed nonexistent sleep from his eyes. "I beg your pardon?"
"Are we there yet?"
"Uhhh..." He glanced around the inside of carriage, not that that would tell him anything. "Aren't we still moving?"
"Yes, but we could be close."
Simon let out a little sigh and peered out the window. He was facing east, so the sky looked considerably darker than it had through Daphne's window. "Oh," he said, sounding surprised.
