"The nice thing about Greyhounds is that at least they can take a freaking hit," 'Ro muttered acridly as she felt the thing slam into the side of the expressway. Had it been a car or a semi-van that had ended its career thrown up against the side and toppling them onto theirs? It didn't matter.
And then it was moving again even as the young girl tried to figure out what the hell was going on. She struggled to get to her feet, scrambling up the chairs to climb to the other side of the bus, wincing at a bruise or two. Reaching the safety glass, she hit the latches with one hand and gave a rough shove.
Even as the conscious were starting to pool out, she could see it skidding away from something. That something was big. It was green. It was pissed off. And its yellow eyes just briefly glanced at her before continuing its rampage.
"Oh shit!" she spat, eyes going wild, the irises starting to fade away unconsciously. "Just my damned luck. Come on 'Ro, see the Big Apple. There's folks there to meet. Like the freaking hulk! What was I thinking?!?"