A few moments later Abaddon hopped off the bus and took a moment to adjust her watch and check her outfit before looking up to see where her leader had settled himself. No, she didn't like the word leader, not when it came to mortals. Erik Lehnsherr, at least in her mind, was gifted and had an enviable intellect, but he still suffered from morality and ethics in the way that most mortals did. Therefore she refused to see him as someone in a position of true power, particularly over her, even though she had been seduced by a number of his ideas. She merely chose to help him out because for the time being she was interested in him and the chaos he could reign down if he ever lost that pesky humanity. She fully intended to leave when he lost his appeal.
"You expectin' somethin' to kick off?" she asked, adjusting her heart-shaped glasses. The wish was likely father of the thought in her case, the idea of helping a bunch of genetic freaks move was dull and unattractive to her, violence would only liven this thing up. "I'd throw the bus through the door, God knows it would only improve the looks of the thing." because honestly, a bus done up in black and purple, not even the most flaming homosexual would think to do that to a bus. It would have been fun to watch as well, there was something wonderful about watching Erik toss metal about like a beach ball.
She leaned back again the bus and sniffed at the air, "I don't like the smell of this place, smells like fear, and not the good kind." If the people here were as reasonable as he had suggested to her then she was sure the closest thing to violence she would see was some angry looks and hurtful words. The idea was almost painful considering the lot of them could have an awesome brawl, if not destroy a good portion of the planet as well. Destruction was always more interesting.