Desmond sat on the shuttle alone in his own seat. Teeth, the symbiote currently hiding under his skin, was urging him to take careful examination of the situation, paranoid that one of them might attack. The voice was deep and mutilated, like a sick man trying to speak. Desmond held his duffle bag on his lap, inside were his clothes, a pouch of sedative pills for the symbiote, and a special container to trap it in if it got out of hand. Teeth didn't like the fact that its host had so many things to hinder or contain it, it trusted Desmond to not sedate or trap it for no reason. The two had been together since birth and had a mutual respect for each other, Desmond knowing how helpful it was and Teeth knowing that without a compliant host life would be a lot harder, that and Desmond needed Teeth. Without it he would suffer migraines and night terrors, the symbiote was a blessing and a curse.
Desmond looked around at the various other kids on the bus and noted an odd looking girl, she was wearing some sort of gas mask and he wondered what the hell that could be for. He gave a short whistle to the girl and spoke "Hey, girly. What's with the mask?" She was one row ahead of him on the opposite side of the shuttle. "We should not trust that girl, she could be dangerous to us..." Whispered the symbiote in Desmond's mind, its demonic voice sounded familiar and was almost calming to Desmond. He brushed off the fact that she could be dangerous, he was certain that whatever she had up her sleeve that they could take it.