By the time he shrugged, Syllona herself had calmed a bit. She'd expected the misunderstanding to drag on, for Jericho to think she was as stupid as she felt and.... and he hadn't. Somehow.

But what was that, he was looking at something behind...? Syllona squinted, momentarily confused. She turned, never liking the idea of anything behind her. Another bus... She tensed but then looked over, and waited for Jericho to type.

Ah, the next one, okay. She let out a breath she hadn't remembered holding.

Thank God! I got nervous. But. But okay. And the route to the gardens was the orange one. Right?

Her eyelids crinkled in a smile, even if there wasn't one on her mouth. Even as the bus pulled in to drop off more strangers, and she gave her veil a little tug to cover her bangs, she kept her attention on him. Tentative, but hopeful all the same.