When Cecilia entered the bus, she quickly and semi-awkwardly made it to her seat at the front, settling her backpack on her lap. This wasn't very usual for her, but she would spend the next mile in thought. The camp flyer only gave so much information and her father specifically and repeatedly warned her to be careful, saying that a fair number of campers may not only have dangerous powers, but may also not know to control them - and that's not even considering the unstable (mentally or otherwise). It was a caution that she didn't pay mind to until she saw the bus. Unlike any she had seen, it had been apparently modified - from the thick, heavy chassis to the armored, almost impenetrable hull.

Now, in her seat, she tapped the reinforced half-inch thick glass of the window. Moving this hulk of a bus would be a daunting task, even for her. Cecilia tried to "reign in" her imagination regarding the kind of people it would take to call for [i]this[/i] level of precaution. [color=00a651][i]But maaaybe a long bus ride isn't the best place to start making friends,[/i][/color] she thought, looking out to the ever passing scenery outside. She won't always have a view like this.