Riley looks out the bus window, taking in the scenery. It wasn't much, that was for sure, so he soon got bored and looked back inside the bus. He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be here, going to certain doom in the Furnace, but the others had found him guilty. He had been in control of the gun for less than a minute, but aparently that had made him convicted for being in control of the whole shooting.
Riley curses the people silently, knowing that it was useless to argue any more. If anyone would ever listen to him ever again, they might realized that he had been trying to protect his friends and end the shooting, but no. No one would listen to him any more.
He was an outlaw.
And that was that.
He wouldn't have any more friends any more, his old ones were safe at least, but he had nothing to fight for any more.
Riley rests his head on the back of his seat, staring up at the ceiiling of the bus, lost in his own thoughts for a few moments. He turned to the person next to him in the bus going for the Furnace and tries to strike up a quiet conversation.
"Hi, I'm Riley. Who are you?" He asks, trying to avoid anything that might get the person next to him annoyed or angry.

"Yo Phoen, new people to torture! You can go nerd out with my little brothers best friend now!" Cole called from across the hall.

Nicote slapped cole. "One annoying person is too kany already."

Flower slowly turns her head to face him. She's very, very small- she looks like she's 10, although her matured face tells a different story.

Riley waits a moment longer for Flower to answer, sure she had something to say.

She just quietly stares up at him.

Trisha looked down at him,her height of about 6'3,and raised a slender eyebrow as those smokey eyes bore into him coldly. "Trisha." She growled,voice silky smooth like she could hypnotize anyone at anytime if she wished,those eyes shimmering with colors other than gray. Sometimes green or blue or teal if the lighting flashed through the window just right. As she spoke it showed perfect white teeth,canines particularly sharp.That piercing in her lower lip both bopping up and down as she spoke and emphasizing the plumpness of her lower lip. She didn't seem to be an option to trigger,rather seemed triggered already just by the looks of other people.

"Um... You don't want to talk. I see. Sorry for bothering you." Riley nods and fiddles with his hands.

She shakes her head and starts using sign language.

"Nice to meet you Trisha." Riley says, perking back up before realizing that Flower was signing something and he tries to decipher it. It took a little bit, but he remembered some sign language he had learned when there had been a deaf kid in his class.