- glancing at the light from her seat.
- her face, lit by reflected store-signs and street-lights, is lost and distant, as if she is submerged in some dream-sea of memory and sadness.
- as she picks up the handset and puts it to her ear.
- as she realizes she has a wounded pigeon of her own.
- as she gets out of bed.
- as she turns from looking into the hut and gasps, her eyes wide in shock.