Amanda was aware of the people on the bus - she could scarcely fail to be with the screams of panic emanating from it from the moment she had first tossed it into the air. She did not, of course, know that it was a tour bus full of contestants for a beauty pageant, but this would have been of little interest to her even if she had known. The bus had been parked in this particular area while the driver went into a nearby shop for directions.

To Amanda's mind the people inside were of no concern - surely her test of strength was of greater importance than the fears, and even the lives, of a few dozen people. After all, they were mere mortals and she was a superwoman bordering on goddesshood. In fact, she considered that it would be an honor to be the first to fall victim to a random display of her incredible power. Surely mere humans should be excited to die at her hands - there was no malice to what she was doing. They were simply in the right place at the right time for a display of her power.

She had folded the bus in half by now, no doubt there had been casualties aboard and the screams intensified, but Amanda no longer considered them screams of terror - they were screams of adoration. Much as had once met the Beatles, or Elvis, only far more intense for they,like the people dying at her hands, were mere mortals and not veritable goddesses.

Amanda continue to compress the bus as the people nearby gave her a wide berth as a show of respect to her - moving back quickly to a point where they would not interfere with the observation of other onlookers.