"R-h-i-a." She points to herself.

Victoria ignored them all, mostly because she felt like if she spoke, she would throw up, and that wouldn't be very polite. Victoria used to think that waiting was the worst part, but when the bus rounded a corner and Furnace finally came into sight, she knew she'd rather have stayed on the bus for an eternity than get any closer to the monstrosity ahead.
It was just like on the news: a towering sculpture of dark stone, bent and scarred like it had been burned into existence. The Black Fort, the way in. The windowless building stretched upward, its body merging with a crooked spire that resembled a finger beckoning them forward. Smoke rose from a chimney hidden behind the building, a cloud of poisoned breath waiting to engulf them.

She rolled her eyes for two reasons,one because he perked up and two because he was trying to figure out someones sign language. She'd always disliked the stuff,weird and frustrating. She looked back out a window and leaned back in her seat,eyes cold and expression unforgiving. After a while she began muttering that she'd rather be fighting back home right now,so much more than be stuck in a bus with a bunch of nobodies.

"Oh! You're Rhia! Nice to meet you. Am I the only one feeling a little bit nervous about entering this place?" He asks no one in particular as the Black Fort comes into view. If he had felt nervous before, now, it was almost unbearable.

Trisha saw the scene and didn't even flinch,eyes coldly looking the place over and hands clenching into fists. She seemed to have anger issues,for sure,as she tsked and that lower lip piercing of a small black pearl bounced faintly. She fiddled with a golden colored spike of her death black leather choker.

She shakes her head, and uses the sign language gesture for 'nervous.'

Riley nods. "Okay. At least we're not alone... We're in this together. We'll survive. Somehow. I'm sure we will." Riley says, partially to himself as well.

She didn't give a heck about this place,clearly,as she just scoffed softly and switched her left leg over her right. She cracked her knuckles with loud pops that somehow from her could send shutters down the spine,the way she did it.

She nods, and edges a little closer to him.

Hatter sat alone on the bus, cleverly hiding himself from the views of the other inmates. He didn't want to talk to anyone, he just wanted to let his anger and sadness stay a little longer. Not like anyone else would understand. He knew how the world worked, these people thought he did something wrong, if he had, he would know. Looking up he shivered as a drop of water landed on face and with trembling hands he wiped it away. Pulling out one of his hidden knifes he started to slash the seat in front of him, leaving deep gashes, but not reaching the person sitting in front of him.