A sharp pull at the back of the hood revealed her face and her hair, which was tucked into the neck of her sweater. This sudden movement broke her line of vision; she closed her eyes and when they re-focused she was staring at her whole face.
She had pale skin but the stark, bright light bulb that hung from the centre of the ceiling without a shade or cover, made her seem a perfect white. The end of her hair curled underneath the lobes of her ears.
She stared at herself for a long time. She realised her legs were beginning to tremble from standing motionless for so long.