Zelda's eyebrow twitched at Nastya's tone, but she decided not to act on her anger. Causing a fight wouldn't help either of them, no matter how much Zelda disliked being talked down to. The fact that this was some kind of machinery intrigued her, though. "Agreed," Zelda said with a quick nod, "though, I am curious as to how it would work…"
"So how many doors did you bust through?" Eijirou asked as he and Bakugou passed through yet another car.
"Dunno. A lot, though," Bakugou grunted. Eijirou frowned.
"Well, don't burn yourself out, man! Wanna take a break?"
"Pfft. I don't need one."
Eijirou shrugged and flopped down onto one of the seats. "Suit yourself, but I think I'm gonna take advantage of these comfy-lookin' seats. Waaay better than what I used to use to get to school, y'know?"
Grumbling, Bakugou took the hint and sat down across from his friend. He stopped rather quickly, though, and looked up. "…Hey, Kirishima."
"Yeah?"
"You hear something rattling around?"
Kirishima listened for a minute. "Yeah…yeah, actually, you're right! Sounds like it's coming from up there. Think we should check it out?"
Bakugou snorted. "Is Dunce-Face a total idiot?"
"Brooo, don't be rude!"
"Tch. They're not here, anyways."