There were faster ways out of here. If one was diminutive and highly maneuverable. Also, if one's hand wasn't being held by an insufferably interfering know-it-all. There was only room on this bus for one of those, and Rose was supposed to have that position covered.

She yanked her hand out of Ilia's, jumped up onto the seat, and pulled open one of the bus windows. She could just barely fit through; Ilia would have to go the long way around, which suited Rose just fine. She pushed up through it in a move that would have made a certain Disney mermaid blush with inadequacy, and then launched herself forward into a youth roll the likes of which hadn't been seen in the Institute (or environs) for at least twenty minutes.

She hadn't forgotten, per se, about the fact her entire torso had been recently skewered and hastily reassembled. She'd just ignored it. Now that she was flying through the air, she had time for one final thought. This was also going to hurt.

> Rose: Land already