Tegan nodded, looking up at him as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. She would trust him. He'd taken care of the intruders, he could take care of the museum. "Okay," she said, her hand squeezing his. She et her head test on his shoulder the rest of the trip, trying to stave off the acidic worry she usually felt before an exam. She was going to be fine. So was he. They both were.<br/><br/>She pressed the indicator button, as the next stop was announced, and stood, grabbing the overhead rail with her free hand. she sighed softly, looking to him as the bus rolled to a jolty stop. Then out the rear doors, and they were in front of the museum. A light rain dusted across the morning, catching in her air and sticking to her clothes. She lead the way, her backpack slung casually over her shoulder. At the doors, she paused once more, looking to Roe for reassurance, before they pushed in.<br/><br/>She smiled to the older lady behind the counter as she paid admission. It was Gladys. Tegan only knew her in passing, as Gladys had spent the summer with her grandkids. Handing Roe a ticket, they proceeded to the entrance lines. Through the turn styes, and they were in. "Now what?" She asked him softly. "Where do you think we should go first?"