"Damn guy won't stay down, huh?" It was strange to think the dead were once again walking, but Robin supposed that was his bonus for having his world changed so dramatically - it made these other things easier to believe.

Robin grinned and was settling down to talk about Johnny... when the bus gasped into life. In an instant, Robin's legs were pulled up onto the seat and he was clutching the sides. There were a few moments of wide eyes fear and then he let out a breath, slowly. He didn't ease into his seat, however. He was wondering how silly it'd be to ask if it was too late to get off.

It moved. The thing moved. Not pushed or pulled, just moving of it's own accord. And it wasn't bumpy. Not like a wooden cart, not even the finest carriage. It was vibrating, breathing, lurching, occasionally hopping.

"Well, now," Robin said quietly, "Johnny." Yes. He'd talk about Johnny. That'd calm him. "He's a big guy, much like yourself. Less muscle...more food. Same colouring... Wonderful bear. Couldn't ask for a better friend. Even tries to act like my conscience, bless him...."
Robin hadn't looked at Barret once. his eyes were darting towards the front of the bus and occasionally the sides, still crouched on his seat.