Emma followed him out of the carriage, swatting his shoulder lightly.
You can stop being the fearless leader now, Scott. Let me take care of you. You're in a strange body, in strange circumstances, and you don't have your powers to fall back on.
She took his hand, squeezing it a little bit as she looked around, her telepathy keeping tight shields over both their minds. "Well, this is interesting, to say the least."
Carriage transport had always kind of made her roll her eyes. Shaw had insisted on it for some of their events, but this was the only time it had ever been remotely comfortable.