Athena had happily gone along with the cops when they found her. She hadn't yet eaten in two days, and it was starting to bore her. The hunger wasn't something that bothered her; her boredom was, so when her arms were grasped roughly and she was hoisted upward into a car, she thanked the two men, who faced her with a puzzled expression. She bounced a little in her seat, humming a soft tune she had heard over the television playing in the display of the electronic store. She swayed a little as well, kicking her feet; the chauffeur glanced at her through the rear mirror, feeling a little uneasy at the fact that she was simply overjoyed. 

When she was on the bus, she sat silently alongside another, who clutched a board and had seemed upset. She wanted to stand up and break the silence between them, but considering the others' current state, she decided against it; her lack of energy refused to allow her to do anything more than manage a weak hello, anyway. She leaned her head back, a finger of hers tracing along the dark red tattoos on her arms.