In her mind, she likened all the people she saw to insects.
Or, if they were lucky enough not to be deemed entirely hopeless, farmyard animals.
This imaginary divide made her feel superior.
Although she considered that these were comparisons she had garnered from a book or cartoon from her childhood, she still revelled in a quiet satisfaction.
This was one of her hobbies. She was a people-watcher.
The upturned hood, the tough stance; all helped to keep people away and allow her to become an undercover spectator.