On the Train

A woman alone, looking lost and afraid, an expression at odds with her expensive clothes and perfume.  Her jewelry alone looks like it could feed the average family for weeks.  A silly woman, alone she seems a thieves best friend.  Clutching her purse tightly whenever someone walks by, but not seeming to care about the luggage sitting at her feet.  The knuckles become more pronounced when a man walks by, but turn white when a woman comes past her.  She does not seem to know where she is going, because every time a stop is announced she jumps, looks uncertain for a second and then seems to shake her head slowly and relaxes back into her seat.  Or at least, returns to her previous fearful, anxious position.