"Your friend from last night?" Beatrix raised a questioning eyebrow. Her attention was pulled to the window, though, once the bus started and they got moving.

She turned and looked both up and down the center aisle, checking where the staff was, where everyone was sitting and how often the driver checked the large mirror school buses had at the front. She turned in her seat, legs out in the aisle, and focused on the emergency exit in the very back of the bus. Was that tampered with, locked just like everything else? Or was it something they overlooked?