Jo LaRoche
Jo's full smile turned into a pout as Tobias dismissed her question, though she quickly shrugged it off. "I'm sure you'll be able to find me if you change your mind." Her attention then rounded on the man who had previous called out, seated comfortably next to a smoking man, offering to leave his door unlocked. Due to the circumstances, she had been unsure whether or not he had been speaking to her or to Tobias -- with her interest in both men and women, she couldn't doubt the possibility of a man that also enjoyed the company of men. Her confident, albeit lopsided smirk, was quickly put back in place as she sat on her knees, facing the back of the bus. "Who, exactly, is it you're making your offer to, hm?"
She would await an answer rather patiently, offering her drink to any who asked it of her, and would continue with her playful banter. Upon arrival to the Space Needle, Jo took her sweet time admiring her surroundings. Most of her time in larger cities were spent in bars, so this was her first time really seeing the rich, business side of a city as large as this. She followed along, however, tailing anyone that seemed interested enough in her. She normally hunted, finding those she thought interesting and pursuing them until she achieved her goals or earned a black eye -- this crowd, however... well, it was too hard to choose. Once inside the compound, Jo half-listened to Tobias explain the area. As soon as he seemed to dismiss them, Jo gunned for the food. She didn't eat very much, but she ate often -- after having not eaten for around a day, she had filled a plate with whatever had been offered and retreated to an empty seat to enjoy her food. Her whiskey bottle was present beside her as she began to eat and she did not seek company. If anyone were interested in approaching her, she figured that they would. Jo HAD considered tracking Tobias to his table and insisting that he at least give her an area to search for his quarters (she was extremely persistent), but if he wanted to play hard-to-get, well, she could play, too.
Elena Torres
Elena turned in her seat as Will answered her question, partially shocked that it hadn't been a simple shrug or perhaps a half-assed, "Idunno". Her turn also served as a physical guard against the conversation going on behind the two; something she made clear she was disinterested in. His answer gave serious insight to who, exactly, he portrayed himself to be and it made her smile. "Me?" She hummed, biting at her bottom lip as her nose crinkled. "You know... I'm not one hundred percent sure... I think I'm trying to find my brothers, to be honest, and I want to be useful. I can only do so much in some mechanic's shop." She grinned, head tilting to one side. "So, what's your favorite color?"
She would drag Will through her list of questions, answering them each in turn. Her favorite color was purple, her favorite foods were fruits, her favorite sweets were hard, caramel candies, she hated alcohol, chems made her squirm, she didn't like heights and blood made her queasy, she made most of her own clothes, she loved fixing things and adored children, she grew up in a small settlement where she learned her trade, and she thought most domesticated animals were fantastic. The information seemed superfluous, but each tidbit would be stored away in Elena's brain for future use -- whether it be to impress though memory or to make inferences.
When they arrived at their destination, Elena stuck relatively close to Will -- he seemed like the good sort of people, honest and generally trustworthy. He wasn't like the others that made themselves so comfortable on the bus, they were loud and relatively obnoxious. She had to acknowledge a few individuals, the dark-skinned woman not too many seats away from her and Will along with the late-comer that sat so uneasily at the front of the bus, considering them to be of slightly higher caliber than the individuals she had been forced to listen to for a majority of the bus ride. She listened attentively, glancing over the area as Tobias spoke of it. She would either follow Will to the food and make her own plate along side of him or would branch off to get a plate and then track him back to the table he chose to sit at. Elena had pretty much latched onto the poor fellow -- she was comfortable around him more than the others and, as such, would attempt to spend as much time with him as possible. Elena wasn't rude (unless she was treated in a particular fashion or found something particularly disagreeable about an individual), however, and if approached she would respond in kind -- Will had simply become her anchor, even if he didn't want to be.