"Well aren't you just the Boy Scout." She finally gets out of his immediate space. She opens her bag. Inside there is obviously very little, a change of clothes, a bar of soap, a tooth brush and tooth paste in a little plastic baggy, hair brush, and a smattering of what looks like snack food.

She produces one of those shiny tin foil packages that are only ever wrapped around poptarts. She peels it open and takes out a strawberry frosted poptart. The second one gets meticulously replaced in the box and the top closed. Then she manages to pull both legs up onto the narrow seat, and still look like she might be comfortable. The woman is flexible. She breaks off a corner of the pop tart and starts snacking quietly.