lifting your head from the slouched position it was once in, your eyes drift to a monotone Outis, her eyes staring off out the window, arms crossed against her chest. the sun seeping through the windows glimmer against the golden earrings she wears on her left ear. the bus is quite, despite the many lively passengers aboard, perhaps the disgustingly long drive it has been so far has worn all of the passengers of their want to socialise. after your quick overview of the bus your gaze returns to Outis, watching her quiet state you wonder if it’s worth a shot to try and talk to her one on one for once