...There was a sense of extreme frustration lacing through the Digimon as her eyes opened. So close. So close to something that had not been experienced before, and that was when the night ended. She was reminded of her talk with Tear, and the girl's words that perhaps it was on purpose, to frustrate them to their limitations, and where Renamon would normally accept what had happened, this was fraying the edges of a strained consciousness.

A field-trip, therefore, was the least wanted.

No protests, however, were made when the nurse made her appearance, for choosing one's battles was still a method and a rule. Renamon changed, then followed the woman to the bus presented; her only tell in the way her eyes were sharpened as if looking for a threat.

This was ridiculous. This was a waste of time. And if she didn't already know how fast people were sedated, today she would have likely tried something. The Digimon was not an idiot, and only grit her teeth, grinding the molars. Perhaps Landel wanted to break them down this way. The use of it would be lacking, but at any--

The seat she had dropped into, she belatedly realized midway through her mental rant, was opposite to one she was familiar with. Who currently... Had another resting on him. Renamon's eyes slanted to the pair (how curious. She wouldn't have thought he was the type) for a moment, and then she only nodded her head in greeting. It was possible he still thought she was nearly crazy, and if so, she did not want to disrupt him further.