The sound of something rather [i]solid[/i] hitting a nearby window caused Ayami to instinctively tense up and jump a little in her seat. Though it had miraculously failed to break through (thank the engineers of this glass for that), the impact did not fail to cause the young woman to shut her book and look at what had caused the incident. Taking her earbuds out of her ears as she peered out the window to see what had caused the noise, Ayami's eyes flitted around, only to see no hint of what could have caused it.

"I would think that the era of vandalism and delinquents would have passed us by now..." she sighed quietly to herself, shaking her head in disappointment before another student--one from the seat in front of her, in fact--began to freak out about the mystery object almost breaking through the window. While Ayami admitted to herself that if something similar happened to her she would likely be stunned to some extent, it did not warrant causing any more panic than it already had. That was the goal of things like these, after all: to send a message. It was an overused trope in literature, though she herself didn't quite know how grounded in reality it was anyhow.

"I... I, did not, in fact, see where it landed. It was a brick, then?" Ayami responded to the girl peeking over, her right hand rubbing her chin as the bus came to a stop. "Well, if it did not break through, then I think that is all for the better. That window does look like it has seen better days, though. Slightly better."

The fact that the window was partially open actually made it all the more miraculous that the brick had not slipped through instead. When the though of it actually making contact with someone's body passed through her mind for a moment, a rather [i]unsavory[/i] image followed suit, and Ayami removed that mental image in great haste. Though the indent was rather tiny, the emotional impact would likely last. So the job had, in fact, been successful... Which was a fact that Ayami didn't like at all. She glanced over at the young man asking if everyone was okay, to which she returned a slight nod of her head; the confirmation would hopefully cause him to settle down, at the very least.

"In any case, the word [i]nearly[/i] means that you weren't hit, which is probably the best we could hope for in this situation. Though... For safety's sake, maybe that window would be better off closed. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, after all," she continued, noting how the bus had come to a stop and how the driver had decided to go and retrieve the brick, tossing it into the bus before continuing the ride. "And if that sound is anything to go by, the evidence is on-hand. The culprit will be found... Eventually. I hope."

With that incident still fresh in her mind, though, Ayami was no longer in the mood to do what she had been doing since the trip had begun, so she instead began to rifle through her bag for her Deck. Even if she wasn't going to be Dueling anyone else at the moment, it always helped to be aware of the current state of affairs. Decks were always subject to change, after all...

Maybe it was about time to start looking for cards to build a side deck for herself. Or start trading. Maybe both. She hadn't needed to open a pack (or a box, for that matter) for ages. Hopefully, the campus' store had enough variety to choose from; a Deck that was permanently static was a Deck doomed to fall, after all.

Even she had to admit, though, that doing something like that alone was kind of pitiful. The sooner she made herself some connections, the better it was in the long run.

"...That aside, since you've done me the honor of not having to speak first, I hope you don't mind a self-introduction... Especially seeing as how you and your seatmate have already begun to hit it off. My name is Yukishima Ayumi, and I'm to be living in the Dark Magician House. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

The fastest way to forget an incident like this was small talk, however mindless it felt to her. Maybe if she kept going, there would be something of substance to capture her interest and hold it in place. For now, though, it was time to make sure that her Deck had no cards missing. If there were, then an hour or so opening boxes seemed to be in her future... Assuming the store didn't sell singles, of course, but Ayumi had already resolved to gather cards to trade instead.