Evera looked a bit surprised when he put his hands up and began tripping over his words. She was simply confused. He’d seemed so confident when talking earlier, and rather rude. Now here he was seeming like she’d confused him by simply asking if he was tired. Perhaps she had embarrassed him? Of course she had. She felt pretty badly about it when he lowered his head and then lowered his voice so only she could hear. She leaned forward a bit to hear him, and nodded at his words. She smiled friendly like and sat back, still hoping he was alright. It seemed they had quite a collection aboard this bus… their ghostly guide, a shrine maiden who seemed nice, the shadow man with claws, this split personality boy, and then the man in the back who seemed a bit split as well, reading one minute and winking and getting sarcastic with Ashil the next. Well, what could she really expect? Gods were rather eccentric right? Only makes sense they would be too. Still, she hoped they could get along. It seemed most wouldn’t mind. Except maybe Andrew. She glanced back at him and he was asleep. Hmmm. Seemed he preferred to be left alone.