Accepting the elastic with a look of resignation, Priscilla used it to tie her hair into a rough semblance of a bun. The weight of her own hair tilted her head back just a little, giving her that characteristic dignified look that was so much part of her appearance and personality. At the mention of the subway, the young woman couldn't help but make a face, even though she knew it was the best option. No one from her father's people would ever think she would deign to take public transportation, nor would they imagine she even knew how to.

"Even though taking the subway is very nerve wracking, for multiple reasons, it would be the better option. No one would imagine I would even know how to take the subway, let alone have the courage to!" So saying, Priscilla went to wait by the door for Key once more. Since she had absolutely no idea where to go, or how to even get on the subway, she was entirely dependent on Key ... at least until she learned what she needed to.