Jenny had considered herself well-acquainted with planes - sometimes, seats were too narrow, the trip a little bumpy, there was someone in the cabin who hadn't bathed for a week, and sometimes it all came together perfectly. She'd traveled by plane enough to be used to such things. Then again, her numerous trips to date had kept her within a single time zone. There was no real need to worry about things such as jet lag. Now though? Despite her valiant efforts to talk to her fellow students and remain as energetic as ever, she showed visible signs of exhaustion.

Though, for her, that just meant not knowing what to talk about and occasionally yawning. 

Her attempts at conversation ceased once the counselor started talking. Alright, Mr. Santiago, since 'Cherry' seemed a bit... much for a person she'd just met. The joke made her smile a bit - it wasn't very good, but he had tried at least. So for things not school-related, she doubted she'd be consulting him frequently. No offense to him intended. The fact about the ferries, that made her eyebrows rise a bit. Back home, city buses would arrive at stops every twenty minutes. Fifteen minutes was pretty quick - then again, if a round trip was only half an hour, they'd only need two ferries minimum, maybe three for delays, but they'd probably need a fair amount of upkeep. Was it worth asking how many ferries ran at a time? She considered the question before Mr. Santiago asked about the flight.

"Kinda tiring. Must've crossed four time zones, I think." The time difference seemed about right. As if for emphasis (though entirely unplanned), she covered her mouth to yawn. "Probably going to use more of that extra time than I'd like getting used to it. Besides that, though, can't really complain. Things went pretty smoothly." Then again, who knew if her classmates would agree on that. Maybe she'd just ignored something she considered trivial.