Roxy's content smile was replaced with a frown for a moment at the boy's bluntness, but it swiftly returned as she boarded the bus, a backpack slung over one shoulder while she juggled her small suitcase in her other hand. She hadn't brought all that many things with her - she didn't have that much to bring, to be honest. Most of it was books, with a few clothes. the only garment worth anything to her was the old hoody tied around her waist; previously white, it had become grey and tired through years of wear. But she loved it all the same.
Writing her name on the clipboard, she was slightly disappointed as she looked around the bus. There were only a handful of students on there. She had been looking forward to a bit more than that, but oh well. One couldn't have everything.
"By the way," Roxy called out to the boy who had pulled the bus over, stopping at a seat opposite him. "You can call me Roxy if you want." She said with a quick grin, having to stand on her tiptoes to put her suitcase in the overhead compartment. Finally managing it, she collapsed into the seat and gave him another bright grin.