She clutches her purse tightly to her body.
Her eyes shift.
Her posture is hunched over, curled as if to protect her place and her space.
No one sits near her, but she behaves as if she is surrounded by people intending to do her harm.
The blue veins in her hands pulse visibly as she grasps her purse more tightly.
Her keys jangle with a metallic ring as she shifts position in her seat.
Fear on the train.
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