Amid the conversation happening around him Zephyr noticed a young girl standing just outside the conversational circle looking rather awkward. Like maybe she wanted to say something but wasn't sure how to start. After being a bus driver for a while Zephyr got decent at guesstimating how old kids were, and judging by how this girl looked he would guess high school, maybe grade 9 or 10. Zephyr was once an awkward teenager, not able to talk to people, not many friends. And while under normal circumstances a 25 year old trying to be friendly with a high schooler would be creepy these were not exactly ordinary circumstances.

"What about you, Arizona shirt?" Zephyr said, gesturing to the girl so she knew he was talking to her. "How was your trip? I'm hoping at least some people had an alright time getting here."