Nivalia's expression remains flat as Potato Ponie gives his suggestion, "Uh huh." She opens her mouth to argue against him but pauses and only lets out a small sigh, replying with a complacent tone, "Alright then. I'll... wave you over if I see you. If anything I'll probably be seated by the windows." The mare gives him a half hearted smile and nods, "Just be careful, ok?" Nivalia turns around and begins walking down the isle, spotting a pair of vacant seats not too far away. Her smile diminishes, ears slightly droop, and her step becomes a tad less energetic as the mare loses herself to her thoughts, more so about her temper. Once she arrives at her designated row she plops down on the window seat, placing her bag next to the vacant one next to her. Part of her urges to get up and keep looking for the culprit, but with her recent outburst, Nivalia concludes it best to just stay out of the way before she makes things worse. Caprica, still draped over her owner's shoulders, extends herself out towards the window, taking in te outside view as her tongue flicks ever so often in the air.