Chelsea didn't mind Ella locking the door. "You're probably right. Who knows who would walk in tonight! There's probably serial killers or something on board right now!" She laughed as she moved towards the love seat, grateful that Ella had a flashlight. "No, I'm fine. Enclosed spaces don't bother me. It was more the boredom that got to me. I mean, there were a couple of guys in there with me, but there's only so much you can do in a small space like that." She smiled. "So much that's legal anyways."
She moved next to the love seat and patted the cushion. "Have a seat. Just be careful, it might be a little lower than you're used to. They really did a good job with the wheelchair accessible room." She moved her legs with her hands, trying to make them look a little more natural and attempted to sit up a little straighter. "So," she said, trying to hide how nervous she was, for no apparent reason, "where were you when the lights went out?" She chuckled a little.