Yumi sat around the bus as the others began to prattle around her. She found little she could do, away from others as it was and decided to take a look at her main body. The others would probably just assume it was an instrument she played, rather than the thing it really was. . . Her body. She looked in the bag she stored her true body in and retrieved it. It looked just fine, aside from the scratches it retrieved over the years and the dull look of the grain. It looked like it could use some wax or something later, a time when Yumi was not surrounded by a multitude of things that could be a hazard, or in the bus where it could randomly stop. She plucked each of the strings and they seemed tight enough. "It's funny. I'm seeing myself from outside, but this is me. . ." Yumi whispered to herself before sitting her biwa self on her projected lap starting out the window of the now moving bus.