"Count to three," is Tidus's answer, already on the ball with coordination, and hearing it in Inigo's voice, too. This bro-communication of theirs is getting good, and he's happy to take the lead in this count.

"One - two - three!"

It's a countdown (or count-up) that Tidus delays just to see if Inigo's fingers move - but as long as he does, then he'll tap at his too, get himself sent off in a blink of darkness that's taken over by the sight of the luggage carriage.

Or, one sight of the luggage carriage, and then another as the shift makes him lose his crouched balance and end up on his butt, eyes swinging around as he confirms that yes, this is the luggage carriage.

--But bro?? A bro?