In her usual style, Alli packs an hour before she has to leave and ultimately makes it out the door only ten minutes late after forgetting at least three vitally important items (her eyeliner!). But she makes it through Pearson security with plenty of time... well, more like barely enough time. But the important thing is, she's safely ensconced in her seat when they take off.
Once she's gotten her bag stowed and her legs rearranged in a doomed attempt at comfort and generally considers herself suitably settled, she turns to her seatmate. "Is your brain doing an Eeeeee France! thing too?"
She manages to manhandle the wheelchair back to the bus; given the uneven ground, by the time they reach the group it's pretty much time to go anyway. Alli nudges May on the off chance the bumpy ride didn't already wake her. "Hey, sleepypants, lunch and hotel."
"Mmmmmunch," mumbles May; she wound up napping with her jaw pressed on her chest and couldn't talk in her sleep but upon being nudged she stirs. "Food?"
"Food!" Jenny confirms, offering what looks like a cold cuts sandwich in shrink wrap. "Eat up, it's good for you."
"No problem!" Jenny says brightly. "I mean. They were free. I carried it all the way here?"
"It was okay. I could use more sleep. Speaking of the obvious basics - do I need to eat more?"
"I eat more than I should, I think. And more meat, too, but that I just blame on being a girl."
Alli eyes their surroundings. Nobody's close to them at the moment, but other students are starting to gather around the bus (sandwiches!); given their proximity to same, someone will be close enough to hear them eventually. "Pretty much," she agrees. "But... questions back at the hotel, maybe?"
"Roomies!" she chirps. "Come on, come on, I have a key-" she holds it up proudly. "Naaail painting?"
"Nail painting is compatible with getting me up to speed, yes? Uh, I can't tiptoe through bags without breaking something, can one of you find my suitcase, it's blue and the luggage tag looks like a giant red flower because Ren is so tasteful with birthday presents?"
Jenny has remarkably effective puppy eyes, for someone who is both arguably equine and patently overplaying the face.
Once they arrive she plops the bags down with a huff. "You get the way back, wimp," she tells Jenny.
Alli winks at her. She likes using her Nemean strength; she's just giving Jenny grief for the sake of it.
"As you like." May does put the bag on her chair to haul it into the room. "So what color are my nails going to be?" And when the door is closed behind her: "And will this carry over to my, apparently, claws?"
Jenny grins and holds out a hand. It folds into a hoof with rather faded nail polish flowers decorating it.