With a quiet hum of agreement, Sena follows the rest of the group close behind, taking a seat at the very back, pressing her side up against the other window seat. She gently brushes the matted fur of her stuffed bunny down while buckling her seat belt with her other arm, "All buckled up," she mumbles and even smiled a little. Sena pressed her lips against the little bunny's head, a curtain of red head falling in front of her face as she waits for everyone else to board the van.