Bella, it must be said, is more nervous and reserved. She loves dancing and music, and she loves performing for others, but at this moment she'd rather be all by herself. She sneaks off to one of the more private alcoves, closes the sliding door behind her, sits down, and stretches weary muscles, decadently lying back and letting everything lazily settle in its more natural place in the private space. This is her time, and she spends it by herself, perfectly her way.
But she has a place to be. The alarm on her phone interrupts her lazily basking in the wonderful steam, and Bella begins preparing for the trip to the woods. After drying herself off, she reaches into the waterproof pack she brought with her for the day, and pulls out the layers: that special type of underwear to be worn under ballet leggings, the black innermost thermal layer (she gulps at the thought of wearing one made to match her skin like Cynthia's!), the gloves built to slide into the suit, and finally the snowsuit in her favorite pair of colors.
She instinctively gives herself a thumbs up for remembering everything, then gets going: phone, check. She places it slightly diagonally in an unobtrusive pocket at her back, feeling the ingenuous pocket inside within pocket wrap itself all around the phone to make it impossible for it to fall out without pulling the second pocket all the way up out of the way. She taps the location and emergency summoning beacon sown into her base layer top, check. And finally she feels around for the very subtle ridge made by the... radar thing in her leggings, and yup she can absolutely feel it when she really pays attention, how does that even work?, check. She smiles to herself, knowing that the adults and the protector boys will always know that she's safe and her knowing that she can easily get them to rescue her if something dangerous happens.