The bus doors opened. Nodding in agreement, Ngaio wheeled her suitcase along to what probably should have been a queue but was definitely more of a clump. She rolled her eyes, amused, and leaned on her suitcase for what might be a bit of a wait.

"I reckon it's cool," she replied. Sure, she'd grown up with tourists every summer, but she much preferred meeting people from elsewhere on equally unfamiliar ground. "It's like NCO courses, but like, international."

She didn't get her hand up in time to cover a yawn. "Sorry, bro - I couldn't sleep on the plane."