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As Malcolm hears the erruption from the drunk man, he shakes his head. He turns to see if anyone has been hit by the vomit, his mind already processing ways to assist.
Leaning towards the driver, Malcolm asks, "Got anything for us to secure biological material in? Any sort of clean up kit on board? Maybe some Febreze to kill the smell?"
Krusten is fairly nimble so her natural reflex helps her to avoid the drunk man's undesirables. Her tongue is equally as fast and not guarded, "Oh my goodness, couldn't you of asked for the bus to stop first?"
Krusten is visibly upset and looks at Candy with a fed up face. "I can't believe this, its like the night from hell".
Candy subconsciously lets out a loud "Eww!" While trying to move herself far from it without actually leaving her seat. She immediately holds her nose trying to breathe from her mouth instead.
Malcolm does not need to look back to know that others on the bus are physically disturbed. He begins checking the area around the driver, hoping for paper towels, plastic bags, or even water.
Malcolm looks up on the roof of the bus over top of the windows to identify where the next stop is and if he might be able to remove the drunk man without contaminating himself.
Her next reaction is one of vexation about the attitude of the driver. "Aren't you going to stop? Are you just going to keep on driving?" Krusten asks with a condescending tone.
Getting not response from the driver makes Krusten irritated. She looks around to see who might be looking at her and then pouts about having to be on the same bus ride of the most unfortunate day of events ever.