Finally an opportunity for an out. He didn't envy the Walker kid, but better him than Gin. Besides, he probably knew... whatever or however it was she liked to play. Much more than he did at least. Gin sat up in his seat a little, trying to get a good view.

"There's a couple other kids up by the front with th' same kinda hair color." He counted at least three with light, white, or silvery hair. "Dunno which one's y'boy. Might be a dif'rent bus."