Sheska had a feeling she was getting the hang of this. Give what you get, and the man would respect you. But she didn't like being so straight forward or mean, so she was going to try and keep it neutral. So long as she didn't get scared or upset, maybe she could get off the buss alive and relatively sane and happy.

Her greatest concern right now was to eat her muffin without getting any on her face while the bus rattled onwards.

"Where are you from?" she asked, quietly enough that he could ignore it if he wanted.