[Athena follows Boxer onto the bus, just as amazed by the vehicle as everything else she’s seen. There are no bullet holes in the exterior, no broken windows, and no armored slats on the windows. Stepping inside, it seems more luxurious than most homes on Pandora, to say nothing of how it compares to the interior of most vehicles. She takes a seat next to the window, marvelling at the plushness of the seats before taking a moment to flick at the immaculate glass surface of the window with her free hand, testing its strength. She’s so distracted, she doesn’t notice Boxer’s wordless confrontation until she hears the woman’s angry huff. She turns around just in time to see the woman turn away with a look of disgust on her face. Athena freezes for a moment, wondering if she’s made some mistake. She takes a moment to think of what could have invited the woman’s scorn… and then seems to come to a conclusion, hurriedly extricating her hand from Boxer’s. That was probably it, right? She glances over at Boxer for some sort of clue.]
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